|Critical Abby in early stages of E-Coli Infection
|Abby in Septic Shock
My tears flowed as I said goodbye. But suddenly a voice inside me said, tell her to fight. I whispered to her, You are so loved. Your sisters need you. Your papa needs you. I need you. Don’t go, my sweet girl, fight. I felt my words go through me to her. I held her for an hour, feeling the tiny thump, thump against my chest. Next it was Bert’s turn. He closed his eyes, cradling her close. She looked so small against his bare chest. “Stay with us, Abby,” he whispered.
|Abby at 20 months old with her papa