Some life experiences are transformative, ripping apart the way you understand, view and experience life. As I lay there in that dim room, searching through a haze of exhaustion and confusion, I knew this was to be one. I could see a tiny ruddy body, limp and lifeless; my baby girl, torn from my body now transforming my life. Silhouetted figures lean over her speaking in hushed tones; tubes; chest compressions..she’s dying…alone in this dark room surrounded by strangers. I reach for her, struggling to get closer, to give her something familiar in all this strangeness… “Baby,” I whisper, “I’m here, stay with me…stay, please stay.” She did stay. Her tiny delicate body wired up, naked under the harsh buzzing lights of the neonatal intensive care unit. My delicate black haired baby, clinging to life…fierce eyes glaring and penetrating my soul. I went home without her…empty, desolate and alone...waiting for her to gather strength, waiting to bring her ...