June 16th I had a scheduled apointment with my regular OB/GYN. The day before was my birthday and we spent the day swimming and enjoying virgin margaritas. I had not felt Robbie kick but kept it to myself because the thought of my baby girl passing away on my birthday was just too much to handle. When we went in the Dr looked for her on the portable machine and couldn't find anything. He moved us into another room with a better machine and several minutes later he informed us that her heart had stopped. I can't describe that feeling. I failed to protect her and provide for her. How could I have let my child die?
She made it to 25 weeks which was 11 days before the boys came into the world. There is never a day that I don't thank God for letting me having her. I didn't know that kind of love was possible in that short of a time.