Six Years Ago

I had been so busy planning and hosting Matt's "golden birthday" that once the guests left and the leftovers were put away I realized that funny feeling I had been having for almost 2 days was contractions. I have never been one to realize when I am in labor. Seriously, I have to be one of the dumbest pregnant people. But to my defense I was exactly 36 weeks to the day and at my doctor appointment that week nothing looked to be happening soon.

We lived an hour from the hospital we were to deliver in. We took Emily and Chris to a neighbors house and called my FIL in Ohio to come out. We called our doctor and by the time we got there I was already almost 5 cm dilated. Too late to stop anything. I was checked into a room and received my first epidural ever. There were so many people in the room, a good thing I guess.

During The Today Show on April 29, 2002 I gave birth to a beautiful 5 lb 10 oz daughter. I was allowed to hold her for a few minutes before they took her away to the NICU for the next 32 days. She remained Baby Girl Jacobs on her medical jewelry tag until later that night when we told the nurses her name was Allison Grace.

Alli in the NICU.

She was such a happy little baby. You never once would have known that she was sick enough to die 101 days later.

Happy birthday in heaven my sweet angel. We miss you.

Five Years Ago...

I gave birth to my precious daughter Allison Grace. She died 101 days later.

Five years seems so long ago, yet I can still remember it like yesterday. I had just thrown a big "golden" birthday party for Matt. Friday night Shannon and I were in the grocery store getting food for the big party the following day. Shannon asked me if I was feeling okay and I told her I was just tired. I jumped into the party preparations and the party full steam ahead.

Sunday Shannon and I hit a few stores before meeting the person she carpooled with to go back to Ohio. I went home, finished cleaning and finally sat down. It was then I realized that I was having contractions. I was one day shy of 36 weeks. I was supposed to be induced because we lived over an hour away from the hospital where all our specialists were. We took Emily and Chris to the the neighbor's house and left for the hospital at 1am. By the time we got there I was already 4 cm and in full blown labor.

I was terrified. Not of the birth process itself, but of the unknown. We knew Allison was going to be sick and that she had heart issues and potentially some other issues. I remember Matt and I praying together in the car as he drove to the hospital.

Around 9 am on April 29, 2002 I gave birth to a beautiful 5 lb 10 oz little girl. I remember hearing her cry and the team of dr's cheer because that meant she was breathing, a huge thing for a heart baby. They were able to place her in my arms for a few minutes before whisking her away to the NICU. It was an amazing feeling.

On that April morning I remember being full of hope. Today I should be buying cake, and presents and balloons. I should be getting excited because turning 5 means the bittersweet start of kindergarten, losing teeth and learning how to read. But instead I wonder what she would have looked like on this day and would her wish have come true when she blew out the candles?

The next 101 days that followed are still engraved in my memory. Her first surgery at 5 days old, the one and only time we got to try and feed her through a bottle rather than a NG tube, the 32 days in the NICU, the dr visits, our move to a city 3 hours away, our vacation to North Carolina (I thank God for that week of memories), the medicines, waking up every 1.5 hours around the clock to pump or hive her meds, seeing her with my parents and my kids, the hellish 5 last days of her life and holding her in my arms for the last time.

The death of a child is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. When you lose a child a part of you dies too. The pain you feel will never go away. Yes, after 5 years the pain is no longer like a sharp knife twisting into your heart, but rather a dull ache that no matter how much you try will never ever go away. And I rarely talk about it not because I don't want to, but because if I did I am afraid the tears would never stop. I am not some "super woman" as some say. I just do what everyone else would do –– learn how to live again.

Happy 5th birthday Allison. We miss you.

You can see a few more pictures here.

"Some people only dream of angels, we held one in our arms"