Hey all,
I know I forgot to mention to you guys that my brother’s girlfriend was pregnant. Funny thing is her due date is my birthday which is March 24th. Well as you can tell by the title, things didn’t go according to plan.

Tuesday my brother calls me and he sounded kinda wierd. He says that he’s at the hospital and they are going to do a c-section. I’m concerned because she’s only 6 months pregnant. They do the c-section and out comes….

MISS MYA H. My first niece (well the first one for my brother who is my full brother.. I have half-sisters)

She’s a fighter. My brother said her arms and legs were going like crazy and she doesn’t like getting her butt wiped (sounds like her ole nasty daddy)

Wednesday she was doing okay… had some tubes in her chest.. but was doing okay

Thursday… my brother calls me and asks for a ride to the hospital… then starts crying. My ultimate weakness is to hear my brother cry… it’s just not something that he does….
Mya isn’t doing well, they think she’s dying….

My mom and I get to the hospital and Mya doesn’t look so good. Her oxygen levels are terrible and they have her on a ventilator at an unbelievable pressure. My brother was waiting for me to get there to speak to the neonatologist so that he could feel comfortable that they were telling him the truth about her prognosis. Which unfortunately, they were. The baby’s mom was at another hospital and they were waiting for her to get there to make the decision to withdraw life support. So my poor brother is there watching his daughter die and waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. The docs at the hospital were fabulous and they made sure Mya stayed alive until her mom got there. I was able to spend a couple hours with my beautiful little niece, holding her hand and stroking her little face. She looks just like my brother, even sleeps in the same strange position. She has his bushy eyebrows and his extra long eyelashes (which I have always wanted).

As soon as my brother’s girlfriend got to the hospital, Mya went to be one of the angels… I was so glad to have gotten the chance to meet her. We cried as they baptized her and got her dressed. Then, to diffuse the situation, I started cracking jokes with my brother. He knows that’s how we do things, we start laughing and things get a little better.

Coach showed me once again why I am lucky to have met him. I called him to tell him the baby was gone and he immediately asked if he should come to the hospital. Me being the independent person that I am, I told him no need. He came anyway. By the time he got there on the bus, we had already left the hospital. I met him at the bus stop and he took my mom and I to dinner (we hadn’t eaten all day). He knows how hard it is for me to cry so he just held me. I really needed that.

So goodbye my beautiful niece, I will see you again….