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Good things come to those who wait.
This too shall pass
No baby can ever replace another, every single baby is unique and precious, some are born and others aren't, any child that is born following a child that died isn't a replacement, they are just a longed for sibling and a gift to their family


25. The End

The same day…

Lana’s POV

After Dr. Katoosh informs us of Sophia’s death I get off the floor and fall into Fred’s arms. I’m so distraught with grief and my tears stain my husband’s shirt. I walk into the NICU and find nurses removing the oxygen tube, cords, monitors and more tubes from her tiny little body. A nurse turns to another nurse and sighs.

“Time of death?”

“Two minutes ago.”

“Weight at death?”

“4 pounds 12 ounces.”

“Age at death?”

“Two months.”

The nurse leaves and start rolling out equipment. Fred wraps his arms around me as I lean over and pick up her tiny little body that’s still slightly warm. I unbutton my shirt and hold her to my chest. Fred held her too. I began to sing because it’s the last time I would ever sing to my own child.

“For this child, I prayed

And the Lord answered my prayer

It didn’t last long little girl

But those two months have been the best of my life

One step forward, two steps back

Six feet under, watered with my tears…

For this child, I prayed

For this child, I cried.

I wanted you

I loved you and now you’re gone away.”

Fred and I sit in silence. I hold little Sophia much like I held Hope. There’s a difference between the two sisters. One I carried, one I held…one lived, one died. Now both are gone. I hold Sophie in my arms and cry. I stare at my husband and he cries too.

“Heaven and earth may separate us now but I’ll never forget little Sophia Kate Isabella Diblasio, you made me a mom. I’ve lost seven children and have something to say…why Lord why? Why must it be this way?”
“It’s going to be okay Lana, I promise it will.”

“Fred what was it that you said when we miscarried the first?”

“An angel wrote our baby’s birthdate in the book of life, didn’t put a year, closed the book and whispered “too beautiful for earth”

I rock my deceased baby and then feel breath on my chest. I look down and cry. She was moving. She was breathing. Fred gasps and kisses her head. He kisses me. I stand up and call for Dr. Katoosh. She comes running in and is panting. She smiles when she sees Sophia moving.

“She’s alive. She was dead.”

“We know. She’s breathing. Look.”

Dr. Katoosh lays Sophia on the changing table and checks her heart and pulse. Dr. Katoosh also listens to Sophia’s breathing.

“She’s alive. She can go home soon.”

Nurses start milling about, setting up all the equipment again. Fred gets down on his knees looks up and thanks God. I do the same.

“Thank you for giving me back my daughter.”

July 15 2027

Lana’s POV Still

I step through the nursery door and stare down at Sophia in my arms. I walk into the nursery and put her in the pink crib and cover her up with a feather blanket. I step back and Fred wraps his arms around me.

“She’s home.”

“I know”

“See, patience isn’t a bad thing.”

“No, it isn’t. We waited, we endured and look our patience paid off. Our reward is our daughter sleeping in that cradle. Right Fred?”

“Right Lana. Good things come to those who wait. Miracles come to those who have patience.”













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