I decided to travel down to my hometown in Virginia (just outside of DC) to see the birth of my sister’s first child. After having two kids myself, and absolutely loving the days I gave birth to them, I wanted to share in this miracle with my sister (without having to endure any pain myself this time). She said I could be in the room with her, and I was so excited to help her and see her first child be born. I think if I could have another occupation in life, it might be to be a labor and delivery nurse. I know it wouldn’t all be roses, but being able to witness so many miracles might be worth the hard times.
Since then, my niece has undergone heart procedures and is doing well. She is 4-years old now. Secondly, I remember running out to Borders to try and find a book for my sister about Down Syndrome, and I found one with stories that mothers wrote. It was titled Gifts. One particular story struck us and as we read it aloud in the hospital room, and to everyone it seemed to make a difficult situation a bit better. The funny thing about that story is now my sister is very close friends with the mother who wrote it.