“‘So does that mean I’ll only have a baby brother?’ my daughter asked, confused.
That morning at 5:24, I woke and found her resting gently in Matt’s arms.
I was thankful her passing was peaceful. I gently woke Matt and told him, ‘She’s gone.’
We cradled her one last time, then embraced each other before calling the nurse.
Kissing her tiny cheeks, we whispered, ‘Goodbye, sweet girl.’”
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