Our Sweet Waverly Maeve

This is a hard post for me to write. But in order to keep the memory as vivid as when it was happening, I must do it. I find myself getting moments mixed up and I don't want that to happen. It's a Saturday morning, August 17th. The weather was forecasted to be hot, sunny and humid. I didn't sleep the best last night. The bed was extremely uncomfortable. Waverly slept on my chest most of the night which I loved, but at times she had rough moments. She gave us a typical newborn night, only a little scarier. Around 4am, the nurse came in to assess me and that's when I had Jim put Waverly back in the bassinet. As much as I wanted to hold her every moment, holding an extremely fragile baby while your uterus gets "gently massaged", isn't the best combination. I was assessed and then the nurse assessed Waverly in her bassinet. She did well again. I talked to the nurse about when I would be able to get out of bed, when could I shower. And I guess I misunderst...

It's been one whole week since Waverly was born. It's been six days since she took her last breath. It's been four days since I held her in my arms. And it's been one day since I kissed her sweet forehead one last time. I can't believe this is my life now. My arms simply ache to hold her again. Knowing I must live a lifetime without her is the worst thing in the world. I know we will be runited again, and that is what will get me by. I wanted to post her birth story. This is not the story about her death or her funeral, that is for another time. This is all about the day Waverly Maeve Gray was born. August 16th. August 16th, the day I had circled on my calander for the past month. The day Waverly was to be born. I remember feeling so anxious, so nervous in the days leading up. I had periods of deep grief that turned into pure excitement. I was getting closer to meeting my baby girl! I somehow managed to get a good amount of sleep the night before. I did wak...