My mom was pregnant, due just two days after my birthday. Just a month away. Sunday (August 26, 2012), my sister was born … born into the arms of Jesus.
The excitement started at 5:00 am. Dad came in my room asking for the blood pressure thingy. He said to get up and dressed. I hurried into my clothes and began brushing my hair when Dad called me. Mom was on the floor in the bathroom, pretty much out of it. She had fainted, awoke and was concious enough to wake Dad. We hurriedly got her dressed and then I ran and got my older brother to help get her to the car.
The hospital was about forty five minutes away; she was having contractions during the whole drive there. They were at about two and a half minutes apart when we left and by halfway there, they were less than a minute apart.
We pulled in and were inside the building less than a minute before Hannah Grace was born at 7:00 am. She was not breathing. They rushed her off, as well as Mom. Dad and I sat in a waiting room where we called people, waiting to hear anything, waiting to see Mom.
After about forty five minutes of waiting, they told us they got Mom stable and in a room, and we were told where to go. The first people to come were our closest friends (family, but not by blood). After awhile, I went with them to go get an outfit for Hannah.
There was no place that had anything very nice, hardly anything that would fit her tiny five pound body. I said that I felt we should get white roses. They had only one bunch of white roses; we got them.
Mom had to get blood and stay the night at the hospital, but then was able to come home on Monday. In front of our house, Mom has four rose bushes: two pink, one red and one yellow. Two of the bushes had only pure white roses blooming on them.
Our Hannah Grace (meaning “grace, grace”) is a beautiful, perfect white rose God gave to us. As all flowers picked before time, she faded from this world … but her beauty will never fade from our hearts.