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The first night after Kayla was born, we asked the nurse where she was going to spend the night. She wheeled a crib over and said she could stay with us. I would have loved to have had her in bed with me, but she was so tiny and fragile. Even though I know I couldn't have hurt her, it would have broken me if I had pushed her out of bed during the night or something.
Despite everything that happened, I slept well. I hadn't slept in over 36 hours and I had had such a physically and emotionally taxing day. The hourly temp checks and beeping of my IV woke me each time, but I easily went back to sleep, and mercifully had a dreamless sleep. When I woke at 6am, it was still dark out. I could see through the window that it had snowed the night before, and my husband was still sleeping. I sat up in bed, and got Kayla out of her crib.
I held her, and just looked at her beautiful face, and sobbed. The whole world was quiet and it was just me and her. Despite her being gone, it was a beautiful moment I was so thankful to have with my daughter.
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