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In my heart I knew she was meant to be. My husband and I planned on the possibility of me not surviving the birth of my daughter. So, I was faced very day with the emotions of planning my funeral arrangements, how I wanted my daughter raised, who would help my husband raise my daughter, the thought of never seeing my beloved daughter’s face, so many more thoughts and arrangements for me to deal with. The delivery room was filled with doctors, specialist, emergency personal around 15 – 20. Everyone started talking in their medical terms while rushing around the room, bringing at the defibrialtors beside my bed and preparing them. It really sent home at that moment that I stood a great chance of dying, never to hold or mother my beloved daughter that I hoped so long for. With the touch and go moments we both made it through the birth. I was released from the hospital a few days later alone, leaving my baby fighting for her life in the NICU.

During one of my daily visits soon after the birth, there was a note on my daughter’s incubator, I asked the nurse about it, she said the person came by the night before to see my daughter (which only immediate family was suppose to be given access to her they had a list of names) and was a friend of the family. I did not know the name of the person; she had left a number and a name of a hotel she was staying at. I didn’t think too much of it and gave the note to my husband, he thought the name was someone he went to school with, so he called her. He called and left our phone number since she was out. The phone rings later, I answer she states her name and says she is my birth cousin.

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