I remember last Christmas like it was yesterday. I remember the heroic turn of events that allowed the doctors to figure out pneumonia was trying to take Kayleigh from us. I remember Christmas being an exciting day, not like most would normally celebrate it, but that we were lucky to celebrate the Lord's birthday in the small confinements of the NICU bedside.
It was quiet, more than usual, as nurses covered extra so other nurses could be at home with their family's. You felt an extra sense of emotions even though it was emotional enough just being there to begin with. It was a sense of pride for the nurses who stayed and worked the evening hours on Christmas Eve in to the morning hours of Christmas Day. Nurses have that caring, protecting, selfless personality that allows them to be so wonderful at their jobs. It is so much more when you see those nurses care not only for the children, but sacrifice their time for others they work with.
I remember seeing the stuffed animal hanging from the connection poles which were given to all the children for Christmas. Unfortunately all the bells in the NICU were not ringing to a lovely Christmas tune. Waldo seemed to be the joke of the day as Kayleigh wore her red and white beanie. The image of her lying face down with that beanie on is an image I will never forget.
Christmas is a time to give, a time to celebrate the Lord for all that He did for us and like all birthdays, to celebrate life. I know that Kayleigh had an amazing Christmas in Heaven and I am sure she had the opportunity to make snow angels in her first White Christmas. I just wish I could have experienced that with her here and so many other things I will have to wait to share.
Mommy and I miss you so much sweet Angel! We love you with all our hearts.