When I read about just how few babies are affected with what Sadie had, I want to tear my eyes out. I have also read that parents can’t help but blame themselves when they lose a child, no matter how impossible that may be. I do know now, I’m forced by fact and medical evidence to admit that nothing we could have done would have saved her precious little heart. No matter how ferociously I wanted to protect her.

My arms ache daily, by the minute, to have her in them.

Stu continues to tell me, “We couldn’t possibly have loved her more, Jenny. You couldn’t have loved her more than you did.” And I know he’s right. I loved her, and continue to love her, with every cell and fiber of my being. My own heart feels so thoroughly damaged some days that I secretly wonder if it will ever be whole again. But as each hour passes and I somehow magically survive it, I think it may actually be her that’s keeping it together still. Sadie is still with us, and her love keeps me going. I have to believe that. For her and thanks to her, I will choose to believe that.