Soo, I was laying in bed last night, mind racing a million mph mostly about all bad/miserable thoughts that led me to tears. All of a sudden I glance at the clock and the minute hand turns to "18". From the day you died (on the 18th) whenever I see the number '18', particularily on a clock I've thought "Mom's here". Sooo, anyhow my thoughts went to the day Taylor was born August '18'. I knew right away something was wrong, just a motherly feeling. Actually I had a weird feeling BEFORE she was even born. She was c-section and was whisked right away to Big Rapids little ICU. Dale gave me a quick glance as he handed her over to the nurse, but not close enough to touch or kiss. I was drugged up and eventually taken to my room...w/o my baby. I could hear Sandy telling the nurse to take out the little baby bed thingy in my room that was meant for Tay. I was surrounded by family, even Becky flew up from FL when she found out Taylor was sick. Dr came into my room to give me an update on Taylor and told everyone to leave but Dale. I told him NO, my Mom is staying....I NEED her. You stayed right by my side and held my hand as he LOUDLY spoke the words of how sick Taylor was and they couldn't give her the kind of care she needed. They were transferring her to Devos Children's Hospital and had already made contact. At this point they had no idea, but the news was grim. YOU never left my side. Told me we would get thru this. You had spent time in the nursery w/ Taylor...she was beautiful, awake, alert and a STRONG little girl. I remember Sandy telling me the same thing, she'll be ok...she's STRONG and so alert. I wanted to see her but they wouldn't let me. I had just had a c-section and couldn't go to her and she was to sick and hooked up to monitors and couldn't come to me. So someone went out and bought a digital camera, took a picture and brought it to me. 'The Gift Of Love'. My very first picture and time I got a good look at my Sweet Tay. I made a video of you...this one is there, I timed it to the words of the song playing, "I've seen dreams that move the mountains,hope that doesn't ever end", as a reminder. She IS a miracle...even though her life isn't easy and no one knows how much time she has with us. SHE is a miracle!! I'll share your video w/family and friends on the 18th. Anyhow, I kept that picture in bed w/me and when it was time for her to leave...when NICU arrived Beanie made sure I got to see her, so after they loaded her up in the isolete they brought her to my room and for a few minutes I got to tell her goodbye. I wanted so badly to go with her but they wouldn't let me, so you and Beanie said that you would. There were some arguments about how Grandparents could only see the NICU baby's when a parent was present, but thank God they bent these rules and allowed the two of you to go. As broken as my heart was to kiss her goodbye and hand her to the NICU nurse I knew with the 'two Grandmas' going she'd be in good hands! Dale took Jarrod home and Sandy stayed with me, she even had her own bed and never once left my side! I remember how Devos keep calling asking for permission for all the tests they were doing on her. I remember you and Bean calling telling me as well and how PERFECT she was. Then the call from hell came in. It was Dr Axtell, he told me it appeared that the two Grandma's were giving me false hope, he explained that Taylor was REALLY sick with a very large tumor in her head and well....his version was grim! I cried so hard and you two were soooo mad at him! The next day I BEGGED my Dr to let me go early, I NEEDED to be with Taylor. He agreed, with a few ground rules. I needed to eat something and I had to be transported in a wheelchair. Walking was good, but he said it'd be too much for me too soon. So I scarfed down my lunch and was ready! The girls were helping me pack up and then just as I was ready to leave...waiting for my discharge papers, I threw-up in the sink. I was sooo scared. I was yelling at Sandy to hurry and get it down the drain before the nurse found out and wouldn't let me leave. It was gross and chunky and we were laughing...having a hard time getting rid of it,lol. Anyhow Sandy drove me down in Dave's transam....oh my,talk about trying to get in that thing after major surgery....blahh!! Anyhow we arrived at the hospital and you greeted me and took me to NICU where Tay was. You showed me how to 'scrub'. First all my jewelry had to come off, then a little scrub brush, for under my nails, with hot soapy water and I had to scrub from my elbows down. Also had to have a gown. As I was scrubbing you were preparing for what I was about to see, and then you led me to her. Yeah, I wasn't prepared...all those machines, the enclosed incubator, the vent, the tubes...I could barely find her in there. But you were calm,held me up and showed me how to 'touch' her. You slide your hand in the little sleeve and ever so gently stroked her, telling me she liked to be touched, so I tried. Amazing how these memories of so long ago stick w/me. I wanted to hold her so bad, but they wouldn't let me, not that day anyhow. It was only a couple days and she came off the vent and placed in an open isolete. I remember the nurse telling me I could bath her!! You helped me, I remember you telling me to hold her up so you could wash her little back. Everyone loves their back washed you said. You were such an amazing Mom and Grandma....always knew just what to do and say. I miss you so much Mom! Thanks for the memory!! I'll be back tomorrow to share another one. You left me w/so many you know!! ((((((((HUGS)))))))) *********KISSES*********
Love, Tammy - 08/09/2011