Amanda’s Story

July, 19 2004

3 years ago today was the memorial Service for Amanda.

This is where we are 3 years later.

One Missing

Two little children
Sitting side by side
Posing for a photo
Our emotions collide

Beautiful smiles
Happiness abounds
But someone is missing
One child’s not around.

Her smile can’t be seen
Her face no one knows
One sweet baby girl
Died three years ago.

So as everyone else looks
At the picture they see
We remember the one
That would have made three.

Mommy and Daddy Love and Miss you

July 16, 2004

Leaving the hospital with out a baby after having a baby was probably the hardest thing I have ever done.  Even though we left Amanda in the care of the staff at 11 am on July 13th, I don’t think it really truly hit me that I was going to walk out of that hospital with out a baby until I had to do it.   Alex was still at Nana and Pawpaw’s house and Tony and I left the Hospital alone.   Leaving that place knowing she was not coming home with us was so difficult.

From the time we got home that Friday afternoon until Monday afternoon after the Memorial service I don’t remember much of anything.  I was in shock, numb and completely just a walking Zombie.  Which totally makes me glad that we made all the arrangements ahead of time.

Tony’s family came in town at some point and went home after the service.  We did go to church on Sunday.

The thing I remember doing is becoming very protective of Alex.  All I wanted to do is sit and hold him all day.  And thankfully he was a fairly cuddly kid and let me do that as much as I wanted.   At 2 years old he didn’t understand anything that was going on, but on some level I think he did understand that Mommy was sad.

Kim

Yesterday we had a small party for Amanda’s Birthday. I made a cake which tasted good despite the fact that it was slightly lopsided. I might need to stick to cookies.

We also did a small balloon release in her memory. We did this last year also. Alex and Allison really enjoy playing with the Balloons so this is a fun part of her birthday. Oh they like the cake too!

Balloon Release

Kim

Today Amanda would have been 3 years old! Has it really been 3 years? It seems like it was just yesterday but also seems like a diffrent lifetime.

I have been posting the 3 years ago posts leading up to today. I am not going to rewrite the Birth story. It is here if you want to read it again.

Today’s post will be 3 years later! How are we doing? We are doing ok. When I think about that question I always come up with the answer OK. Never great or wonderful, we are just ok. But Ok is not a bad thing. We get up everyday we have 2 beautiful children to drive us crazy. After 3 years I can say I think we have found our new normal. The day to day things seem to come easily. We don’t dwell on the sadness. We laugh and enjoy our children and our lives.

I do however still see a toddler not yet preschooler running around the house. I have moments where Alex and Allison are playing and I imagine what it would be like if all 3 of my children were laughing and playing together. I wonder what kind of chaos that would add to our home.

I miss her with every fiber of my being. My heart hurts for her! And my heart hurts for Alex and Allison who will grow up knowing they have a sister but won’t get to know her.

I remember weird things about Amanda. How soft her skin was, how tiny she was but she still looked chubby because she was short, and how she had Tony’s dark curly hair.

I remember her trying to cry when she was born. How she never opened her eyes. I have no idea what color her eyes were.

I remember how the hat I made for her fit perfectly. It wasn’t to big it wasn’t too small. It was perfect! She was perfect!

I found this poem a few days ago. I fell in Love with it!

Celebration
by Gail Fasolo

This day will be a celebration
Of the short time you were here.
You will always be remembered
With great love and sometimes tears.

But only to feel pain and sorrow
Would not be quite fair to you.
Your life meant much more to me
More than I ever knew.

You were here so briefly,
I wonder if you know
All the ways you’ve touched my world
Since the day God called you home.

Now, my child, you’re with
our heavenly Father above.
I see not only what I’ve lost
But my capacity of love.

There will always be a big void
My soul will grieve forever.
Will I forget or stop loving you?
No, not now, not ever.

As this sad day is upon me
Oh! How my heart still hurts.
But even as I mourn your death
I celebrate your birth

Happy Birthday Amanda Rose! Always my sweet Angel

Love Mommy

3 Years ago today I had my final regular doctor appointment. Little did I know in 6 days I would be giving birth to our perfect Angel. The last month of Amanda’s pregnancy was very emotional, both good and bad.

Dr B. wanted to do the C-section at 39 weeks. I wanted it earlier as I was getting concerned with loosing her before she was born because she was growing so well despite all the problems. He was going to be out of town during my 37th week which really concerned me but there was nothing I could do. I wasn’t going to ask him to reschedule his vacation. So we agreed on doing the c-section around 38 weeks. This was 1 week earlier then he wanted to do it and 1 week later than I wanted to do it.

I was excited to see this part of our journey end but not so excited to start the next phase. With about 3 weeks to go until the planned C-section date a part of me had come to accept what the outcome was going to be. In my heart I knew there was a chance the doctors were wrong and she would be born perfectly healthy. But I also knew after all the many ultrasounds  that possibility faded every time we got the “no change” response from the Doctors.

At this point in the pregnancy I became almost obsessed with her being born alive. During the first weeks and months after we found out she was sick I prayed for the miracle everyone wanted for her to be healed and healthy. As time went on my prayers changed to wanting and needing her to be born alive. I needed to hold her say my hello’s and goodbyes to a living breathing child. Inevitability this was the prayer that was answered she was born alive.

At this last and final doctors appointment we scheduled the C-section date. When I got home and received the phone call with the confirmed date and time July 28, 2004 at 8am I hung up the phone and had the worst (maybe the only) panic attack I have ever experienced. I suddenly realized I just scheduled the day my child was going to die. That completely freaked me out. So much so that I now believe my stress over scheduling the C-section sent my into early labor. Over the next few days I started to have contractions in increasing frequency. My stress level just continued to climb. I was so worried about how I was going to handle the next 3 weeks of knowing almost to the hour when my child was going to die that my body completely rebelled. Which in retrospect was a good thing. Though the few days of contractions and calls to the doctor were scary and unnerving to say the least, I was given a reprieve. I didn’t have to wait 3 weeks. She came on her time not mine not the doctor’s. I did not schedule the day she was going to die. She chose her Birthday and chose the moment she would leave this earthly existence and enter a Heavenly one.

I am not sure how I would have handled the next 3 weeks had I not gone into labor early. Though I would give anything to have had more time with her, stressing for 3 weeks would not have been calm quality time. It is so much better that it happened this way.

Kim