Today is Thursday. Nothing special about today, except that today is exactly 5 months since my Maggie was born. I'll fill in my 'birth story' another time.
Today... I focus on remembering HER. Maggie was small, petite. She mostly lay silently, then at times her face would wrinkle up with mouth wide open, a faint quiver to her lips, squirming her whole body. Cries I never got to hear. Button nose, totally cute. Her ears tilted back, but the perfect size. She had wonderfully blonde hair that came together at the nape of her neck in an infant size mullet. Her lips were thin, pink, very often sticky and partially covered by tape holding her breathing tube in place. Maggie had hands like no one else. Thumb and first finger pointed off in opposite directions while her last three curled safely into her palm. She would hook her first finger around the breathing tube and tug with all her might. A fighter. At times it seemed she was telling me she loved me with her hand in perfect sign language form. Her toes, how I love her rounded toes. Maggie showed off her manners and always crossed her legs at the ankles. Quite feminine. She smelled fresh like a baby should and reminds me of how my dad smells. I love that. She was warm, soft, and so kissable. Maggie preferred to lay on her right side and loved to be held. Her oxygen would be better, and you could tell she felt comfortable and safe. I want to hold her. Maggie needed suctioned from her lungs frequently, and blew small little bubbles out her nose. Bubbles will always carry a special meaning now. Maggie Mabee may have been little and only present for 26 days, but she has left the largest impression on my life. I miss you daughter.
Happy 5 months
Today... I focus on remembering HER. Maggie was small, petite. She mostly lay silently, then at times her face would wrinkle up with mouth wide open, a faint quiver to her lips, squirming her whole body. Cries I never got to hear. Button nose, totally cute. Her ears tilted back, but the perfect size. She had wonderfully blonde hair that came together at the nape of her neck in an infant size mullet. Her lips were thin, pink, very often sticky and partially covered by tape holding her breathing tube in place. Maggie had hands like no one else. Thumb and first finger pointed off in opposite directions while her last three curled safely into her palm. She would hook her first finger around the breathing tube and tug with all her might. A fighter. At times it seemed she was telling me she loved me with her hand in perfect sign language form. Her toes, how I love her rounded toes. Maggie showed off her manners and always crossed her legs at the ankles. Quite feminine. She smelled fresh like a baby should and reminds me of how my dad smells. I love that. She was warm, soft, and so kissable. Maggie preferred to lay on her right side and loved to be held. Her oxygen would be better, and you could tell she felt comfortable and safe. I want to hold her. Maggie needed suctioned from her lungs frequently, and blew small little bubbles out her nose. Bubbles will always carry a special meaning now. Maggie Mabee may have been little and only present for 26 days, but she has left the largest impression on my life. I miss you daughter.
Happy 5 months
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