Sunday, April 23, 2017

3 years in Heaven

It has been three long years since I last held you in my arms, Elise.  We love you and miss you so very much.



This past year has brought many changes.  We moved back to Kansas.  I quit work to stay home with the kids.  I continued to fight through the grief of losing Elise.  And when I say fight, I mean really fight...not work through, not endure.  This year it was a fight.  Although I had struggled in the past, PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from watching Elise die hit me in full force as I stared work in a new NICU.  I was no longer in a safe place with my coworkers in Minnesota who understood what I went through losing Elise, and I ended up leaving that job and going through extensive therapy to get my grip back on life.  I also continued to struggle with guilt over the choices we made for Elise.

At one point, desperate to make some sort of peace within myself, I wrote a post in a parent group on Facebook for people who have lost their children to trisomy.  In my post, I asked for recommendations for books that were helpful to others in their grieving process.  I received many replies,  and promptly hopped on Amazon to order a pile of books about grief.  This happened to be the smartest thing I've done for myself this past year.

At first, I didn't find the help I was seeking.  I started reading two different books that were of no comfort or help.  But the third book I tried was exactly what I'd been needing.  Holding Onto Hope by Nancy Gutherie was written by a woman who has lost not just one, but two children to a genetic disorder.  She uses the Biblical story of Job to travel through her grieving process and guide the reader through theirs.  I won't summarize the whole book, but I will say that if you yourself are struggling or know someone who is struggling and suffering through loss and believes in God, this book is a life saver.

In the Bible, Job is faced with unthinkable amounts of loss, including the loss of all of his children at the same time.  Here is Job's response--

20 Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head, and he fell to the ground and worshiped. 21 He said,
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
And naked I shall return there.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.” -Job 1:20-21

I have heard this verse so many times.  I have read it and it brought me no comfort.  God gives to us and then takes away?  How awful!  But after reading Nancy's book, this has taken on a whole new meaning.  I came into this world naked and with nothing.  Everything I have been given is from the Lord, and I am not guaranteed or owed anything...even my own children.  And no matter what happens...whether I am given every blessing, or all of them are taken away, God is still good, and He is still there, loving us.  

I have felt much more at peace since reading this book, and have been feeling more thankfulness for Elise than I have been feeling guilt over not saving her (besides the odd day here and there).

Recently, a song has become popular on the Christian music stations that speaks to the truths God has given me this year and even references the Book of Job.

"I've walked among the shadows
You wiped my tears away.
And I've felt the pain of heartbreak
And I've seen the brighter days.
And I've prayed prayers to heaven from my lowest place.
And I have held Your blessings.
God, you give and take away." - Hills and Valleys by Tauren Wells

Here is a beautiful acoustic version of the song, if you have time to listen: Hills and Valleys

Thank God that He blessed us with Elise.  He allowed my body to carry her to full term.  He protected her through an induced labor.  He gave us the incredible honor of holding her and looking into her eyes.  We got to feel her tiny fingers grip ours, her sweet head snuggle into our chest, and her delicate breaths upon our skin.  I am so thankful for those moments.  I still miss Elise with every breath.  I'm still gripped by so much grief that it's hard to breathe at times.  But my heart is more frequently resting in the peace and love of God and I am thankful for that as well.

Happy anniversary of your entrance into Heaven Elise!  Enjoy celebrating with Jesus, Mary, and all of the angels and the saints.  We love you and remember you.  You are never forgotten.



Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Happy 2nd Birthday, Elise!

Happy Birthday, Elise!

Today we should be holding you, singing Happy Birthday, and helping you blow out two little candles.  Instead, we'll be eating cupcakes in the cemetery after the kids get out of school.  Another year has passed without you in my arms.  Time is pulling us further apart, but my heart is just as close to you as ever.

I am so happy that you survived labor and birth.  I am so thankful that you are part of our lives.  We got 4 days with you!!!  Beautiful, love-filled days. 

Most days, I still have moments where I can't breathe because I miss you so much.  You are so loved and so missed.  The pain is still just as raw, but it has become a part of my daily life, instead of defining it.

I love you Elise! 

I loved these tiny little overlapping finger!  Overlapping fingers is a marker for Trisomy 18, but it just made me love her even more.

Elise's beautiful face, free from tubes.

You ARE loved!

Perfect in every way.

The year Elise died, I started a garden for her.  I searched through many plant nurseries for a flower that would bloom around her birthday.  I found two and planted them.  One came back last year, but didn't bloom.  This year it did bloom!  And it's blooming on her birthday. 





 Thank you for remembering Elise with me on her birthday, and always.




Saturday, March 26, 2016

Oh, Holy Saturday...

Holy Saturday...

A day suspended between death and life.  Between crucifixion and resurrection.  Despair and joy.

Elise was born on Holy Saturday in 2014.  What a perfect day for her to be born...the significance of it hadn't dawned on me until today.

In the morning of that Holy Saturday, we hoped and waited...yet we also grieved.  We grieved for what might be the end of our time on Earth with our sweet Elise.  Though she was alive in my tummy, we weren't sure if she would make it through labor and delivery. 

We were suspended between the fear of death and the hope of life.

The last photo taken of me while I was pregnant...less than an hour before Elise was born.
 And then, in a whirlwind of events, she was here!  She was born and she was ALIVE!!!

Thanks be to God, and Hallelujah!  She was alive!


As we wait in stillness this Holy Saturday for the glory of Jesus's resurrection, I am completely overwhelmed by what God was showing us in His perfect timing...how we waited for Elise, with tears and fear and anxiety (as we had been prepared by many doctors for her to be stillborn)...and how abundantly we were filled with JOY at her birth and life.  In those moments holding her for the first time, I was so full of joy that my heart could have exploded.  We thought she might be dead, that she would come out silent...and here she was... ALIVE! 

We thought she might be dead.  But she was ALIVE.
They thought that Jesus was dead...but on Easter Sunday, he was ALIVE. 

Happy Easter weekend, everyone.

"Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me." -John 14:1

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Happy 1st Birthday, Elise!

I can't believe that a year has passed since Matt and I first held our sweet daughter in our arms.  With a rush, she came into this world.  Her time here was a whirlwind of hope, despair, love, sleepless nights, sweet finger holds, family, endless medical decisions, and precious snuggles.  And, just as quickly as she entered into our lives, she left us.  And then...the world moved on.  Life kept going, despite us feeling that a huge part of our world had just crumbled.

A whole year has gone by...

This past year I've felt love deeper and richer than I knew was possible.  I've cherished my two (and now three) living children even more than before.  But I've also felt pain and sorrow that is more crushing and vivid than I'd ever imagined.  I've been paralyzed by fear, knowing that our family is not immune to horrible tragedy, and death could take my other children at any time.

This past year, my husband and I have learned to survive.  We survive sometimes only minute by minute, or second by second....knowing that if we just take this one breath, the next will follow, and life will continue on.  And that's okay. 

Life has gone on.  God has worked in His mysterious ways and our little family is expecting another bundle of joy due in the next month.  Isaac and Ainsley continue to grow and fill our hearts with joy on a daily basis.  We've seen all of the seasons and every holiday come and go. 

Through all of this, I still thank God every day for Elise.  If I could travel this whole journey again and again and again, I would ALWAYS choose to carry Elise, give birth to her, and spend four and a half beautiful, bittersweet, life-changing days with her.  She was never a mistake.  She was never a burden.  She was always the daughter (sister, niece, granddaughter, cousin) that God had planned and created especially for our family.

Happy 1st birthday in heaven, sweet baby Elise.  We love you so very much.  We will never, ever, ever forget you.



"On the night you were born,
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you
and the night wind whispered,
"Life will never be the same."

Because there had never been anyone like you...
ever in the world.
...
...For never before in story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
has the world ever known a you, my friend,
and it never will, not ever again..."

-Nancy Tillman, On the Night You Were Born

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Grieving Mothers (and Fathers)

Today marks 4 months since our precious Elise died.

Since my last post, I have left my job as a NICU nurse and started a new job as an outpatient clinic nurse.  I have gotten pregnant and lost another baby.  I have started a new hobby in an effort to have something positive and fun to concentrate on.  Life goes on...day by day...

I know I have kind of abandoned this blog since Elise died, but I wanted to write a post about grief to share with my family and friends.  I felt it was appropriate to post to this blog because, although she has died, we still continue to cherish Elise every single day.




Grieving Mothers (and Fathers)

It has been 4 months since our baby died.  As each day goes by, Elise's memory seems to slip further away from the front of the rest of the world's mind.  But for us, her mom and dad, she is still very much present in our everyday life....her memory follows us through every moment of the day.  Of course, if I see a baby or a pregnant mom, I think of Elise immediately, but it's everything else in life too.  When I look at the fridge, I remember the ultrasounds of Elise that used to proudly hang on the front.  When I sit on the couch, I remember holding my baby there as she died, or I think about the nights I didn't get to spend there feeding my child in the middle of the night.  When I see my children, I remember them with their sister, or imagine how their lives would be different if Elise were still here.  When I see a large syringe at work, I think of using a similar syringe to tube feed my daughter.  When I am invited to the neighbor's house or anywhere else, I think of how I shouldn't be able to go, or I should be bringing my daughter with me, held tight against me in her baby carrier.  When I eat lunch at work, I think about how I am eating my lunch with both hands, instead of pumping while I eat, like I did for my other two children.  

These thoughts may be fleeting, or I may indulge my grief and linger on them for longer than I need to, but they are there.  I am surviving, and living, but I am still very much grieving.  I feel empty even though my life is FULL of blessings (including my other two amazing, and very much alive, children).  I know our family is incomplete.  I feel like I'm searching, searching, searching....but I know that what I want to find can't be found.  No amount of thinking will bring my baby back into my arms and take away this nightmare.

I feel like the world doesn't know what to do with me now.  Now that some time has passed, people don't know how to act or what to say.  They don't know what will be helpful or hurtful, so they just stay away.   I'd like to share with you my own perspective on interacting with a grieving mother or father.

  1. Say my daughter's name.  Refer to her as Elise.  It is music to my ears to hear her name spoken out loud.
  2. If you're debating on whether you should say something to me, or ask me something about my daughter, please, PLEASE, say something!  You aren't digging up the past and bringing up pain that wasn't already there.  I've had many people say that they don't want to say something about Elise because they are afraid that bringing her up will bring back pain and memories for me.  Don't worry.  I'm already thinking about Elise every single day.  I want to talk about her.  She's my daughter and I love her, and I want to talk about her just like every other proud mother wants to talk about their own kids.  Yes, I may cry....but you just allowed me to cry with you instead of silently and by myself like I was probably already doing anyway.
  3. If something reminds you of Elise or you think of her, send me a text, a card, or give me a call and let me know.  It's nice to know that someone else has been thinking about my baby.  Like many other grieving mothers, I often fear (irrationally) that Elise will be forgotten to everyone but me and my family.
  4. Know that every month, on the anniversary of her birth, and every month, on the anniversary of her death (and the days in between), I will be having a harder time than normal.  Let me.  And acknowledge the day if you happen to think of it.
  5. Don't stop talking about your own baby or pregnancy to me.  I may be jealous (I'm sorry...I wish I weren't), but I like to hear about happiness and joy and good things in this world.  And besides, it stings a lot more to feel like I'm being avoided because of my grief.
  6. Be patient with me.  I may be struggling.  I may be anxious, or tired from lack of sleep, or distracted.  I'm trying not to be.  Don't give up on me.  
  7. Laugh and rejoice with me.  Some days are mostly good and happy.  Those days are coming more frequently than they used to.  On those days, I still think about Elise, but I know it's okay to be happy too.
  8. Share with me.  Did you lose a baby?  A niece or nephew or grandchild?  If you feel comfortable doing so, I'd love for you to share the memory and story of that child with me.  It helps me feel less alone.

Like I said...the good days are starting to happen more often, but I am still a grieving mom.  I can smile and act like I never lost a child, but inside my head and heart are a whole different story.  From talking to other grieving parents, I know that what I am going through is normal.  So if you're reading this and you happen to know other grieving parents, please keep these things in mind.  They may be feeling and thinking the same things.  

Thank you for reading my post and continuing to offer your love, prayers, and support. 

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Photos from Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Today marks 3 weeks since we said goodbye to Elise.

I thought that each passing day would get easier, even just a tiny bit easier, but the truth is that some days it feels like it's getting harder and harder.  The full reality of Elise being gone...really gone...has been sinking in.  My arms ache to hold my baby.  I feel guilty sleeping at night instead of being up feeding my newborn.  I worry that I will start to forget how it felt to hold her in my arms, or feel those last breaths upon my cheek.  I wonder what more I could have done for her, and try to reassure myself that we made the best decisions that we could at the time, out of complete love for our daughter.  I worry endlessly about how I can possibly protect my two living children from ever being taken from me as well. 

I'm sure that there are far too many parents out there there who are familiar with this path of grief.  A few of them have reached out to me, and for that I am extremely grateful.  It helps me to realize that, no matter how lonely it is to grieve a child, my husband and I are not alone in this experience.  It also helps validate my feelings and my grief process...that this is all somehow normal and okay.  As okay as it can be.

During our time in the hospital, we were blessed to be given the gift of a free photography session by the Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep organization (www.nowilaymedowntosleep.org) .  I would like to share a sample of some of our favorite photographs.























Thank you so much to everyone who has contacted us to express your sympathy, give a gift, or lend a helping hand.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Elise Josephine McElroy - The rest of her story...

What follows is a day by day recollection of the rest of Elise's story.  



Friday, April 18th
On Friday morning, Matt and I went to my 38 week prenatal appointment with Maternal Fetal Medicine.  I was 38 weeks and 1 day pregnant.  I had a strong feeling that it was time for Elise to be born, and that we needed to discuss induction.  My blood pressure was elevated.  I asked to be checked for dilation, and I was dilated to 2 cm (from closed the week before).  Due to having made progress, being 38 weeks, and having elevated blood pressure, we all decided that it was the perfect day to be induced!  Matt and I were so excited and nervous.  Most of all though, we were happy that we had made it this far and might have a chance at holding our precious baby girl alive.


Our doctor called over to Labor and Delivery and told us to go eat lunch and to come back in the afternoon to start the induction.  We called our immediate family members to tell them the news as we headed back to our house.  Matt’s mom was already at the house and my parents were almost there.  We had told them all before the appointment that we’d be asking about induction, so they had made the trip from Kansas just in case.  At home, we double checked our hospital bags, waited until my mom and dad arrived, and then told the kids and our parents goodbye.  We stopped at Arby’s for a last meal and then checked in at the hospital.
We were admitted into our room, met our nurse, Stacy, and then talked with the doctors.  We decided to start induction with a low dose of Pitocin and adjust the dose gradually based on how my body responded.  Our goal was for a “gentle” induction in order to make the labor process as easy on baby Elise as possible.  I was checked by one of the doctors and was told I was 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced.  A quick bedside ultrasound was done and it was determined that Elise was head down.  An IV was started for antibiotics and the Pitocin around 3:00 PM.




Contractions started gradually.  Matt and I did a lot of walking around the halls to try to get Elise’s head low and engaged.  Around 6 PM contractions started to get uncomfortable.  Matt rubbed my back and I walked and bounced on the birth ball.  By 11 PM, contractions were strong and close together.  Our night nurse, Jen, even set up all of the birthing and resuscitation equipment just in case, because she felt like we might need it quickly and she didn’t want to be unprepared.  Contractions were over a minute long and coming every two minutes, so I hardly had any break in between.  We were doing intermittent monitoring on Elise, and she seemed to be tolerating the labor well, but the nurse was concerned that there was not enough of a break in between contractions, so she turned down the Pitocin.  Somewhere in that time, I was also checked again by a doctor and told that I was still 2 cm dilated, but 80% effaced.  After getting checked and after having the Pitocin turned down, labor seemed to slow down dramatically.  It felt like Elise moved up in my tummy instead of down, and my contractions spaced out.  

Saturday, April 19th, 2014
My nurse turned the Pitocin up again, but my contractions continued to become less intense and further apart.  She tried turning up the Pitocin even more, but my contractions fizzled out to almost nothing.  After talking with the doctor, we decided I needed a “Pitocin vacation.”  This is where the Pitocin is turned off for around an hour in order to flush the body’s receptors, and then Pitocin is started again at a low dose. 
The Pitocin was turned off, and we all slept for the next hour.  The nurse came in after 4 AM and started the Pitocin again.  Around shift change at 7 AM, my contractions started to get very strong and painful again.  I was checked by a doctor around 8 AM and told that, despite all of my contractions, I was still only 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced (even though I’d been told I was 80% effaced earlier).  Elise still seemed to be tolerating labor well, but I started to get very worried that induction would not work for me.  The pain was so intense and the contractions were so close together, that I couldn’t imagine why they were not doing anything.  

Matt convinced me to try laboring in the tub to try to help me relax and cope with the painful contractions.  After it was filled, I got in and labored as long as I could in the water.  All of the sudden, I felt the need to get out.  Matt and the nurse helped me get out of the tub and dry off.  I leaned on Matt for support and stood through a few contractions.  I felt light headed, and told them that I could have overheated in the tub and needed to lay down.  Matt helped me lay on my left side in bed.  I suddenly felt a huge rush of relief from the pain and told Matt and our nurse.  With my next contraction, my water broke. I yelled that my water broke and that I felt like pushing.  I didn’t push at all, but my body did.  In the next second I was yelling to the nurse “She’s coming out!,”  and at approximately 10:10 AM, our beautiful baby Elise was born onto the bed without anyone there to catch her.  Our nurse hurried to page the birth team (She paged them “Baby is here!”), while Matt and I rubbed Elise to stimulate her to breathe.  She was dark purple and covered in vernix.  She let out one beautiful cry, and Matt and I burst into tears.  In just moments, the room was filled with doctors and nurses and the respiratory therapist.  Thankfully, with Jen’s preparations from the night before, everyone could get right to work.  Elise was placed on my chest and Matt cut her umbilical cord.  Then, she was whisked away to the warmer to begin resuscitation.  

Matt followed Elise over to the warmer, where she was surrounded by medical staff.  I couldn’t see her, and she wasn’t crying, so I kept yelling out questions, “Is she alive?,” “Is she breathing?,” “What’s her heart rate?,” “What’s her oxygen saturation?.”  The team yelled back answers as they worked on my baby.  Matt stood by Elise and held her hand and spoke to her as the medical team dried her, stimulated her, and applied facial CPAP and oxygen with a mask.  Elise was breathing on her own from the very beginning, she just needed some extra oxygen and pressure to help support the breaths she was taking.






After Elise was stabilized, they brought her over to my bed.  They applied a nasal cannula for nasal CPAP and oxygen.  Matt held her first, and then I held her.  We cried with joy at getting to meet our precious Elise and hold her, alive, in our arms.  Matt sang, “You Are My Sunshine” to Elise, and I’m not sure there was a dry eye in the room.  We brought our family back, two at a time, to briefly meet Elise.  After that, Elise was weighed, measured, and given her Vitamin K injection and her eye ointment.  She weighed 4 lbs, 14 oz, and was 17.25 inches long.






Elise was then moved to her room in the Intensive Special Care Nursery, or ISCN.  I was moved to my postpartum room on the same floor.  Matt and I went to Elise’s room to do some memory making activities with our awesome Child Life Specialist.  We were able to make molds of both of her tiny feet and both of her sweet little hands.  Elise then went through a wave of doctors and nurses and lab technicians.  She didn’t seem to have any desire to suck or eat, so an IV was started in order to give her Dextrose.  She also had a few labs that needed drawn, and they had a very difficult time getting blood.  She ended up needing an arterial stick. I left the room during this to try to get a quick nap (I hadn’t slept more than an hour since Thursday night).  Matt ran home to clean up (my water broke all over him!) and then bring me back some food.  When I woke up from my nap, I looked at the video stream of Elise in our room and noticed that she was off of her CPAP and on room air!  I was so excited.  We went back to be with Elise in her room.  The nurse and I washed Elise’s hair.  Some of our family came up that evening to hold her.








Sunday, April 20th, 2014
Easter Sunday!  Our little Elise started the day off on room air.  Matt and I gave Elise her first full bath.  We had family up to visit and spent time holding and snuggling with Elise.  I noticed, however, that Elise began having more trouble breathing.  She began making a “mewing” sound with every breath.  She was retracting and breathing faster.  After a while, the sound turned into grunting.  We put Elise on a low flow nasal cannula for oxygen to see if it would help.  We tried to keep Elise in bed instead of holding her so that we could use positioning aids to keep her head back in a sniffing position.  As Elise continued to grunt and struggle to breathe, our nurse and our Neonatal Nurse Practitioner spoke to me about what that might mean.  They explained that if Elise continued to decline with her respiratory status, this might be the beginning of the end.  They weren’t sure if she would be able to come back off of CPAP due to possible malformations in her airway, a small, recessed jaw, and brain development issues.  They also said her heart might be causing her problems due to her VSD (Ventricular Septal Defect).  Matt and I felt crushed…just yesterday our new baby was doing great on room air, and now they were telling us we might only have a few days left with our sweet baby Elise.  We told our family, and I think their hearts broke just as much as ours did. 











That afternoon, Elise had a chest x-ray.  We did more memory making with our family and our Child Life Specialist, including making a family handprint tree and getting a thumbprint for a necklace charm.  That evening, at 7:00 PM, Elise Josephine was baptized into Christ by Father Nick Mezacapa while surrounded by her family.   After our family had left, Matt and I each did Kangaroo Care (skin to skin holding) with Elise for the first time.  Elise loved it!  And so did we.  I was nervous for some reason to hold her skin to skin, but it was the most beautiful, relaxing, amazing feeling to have her snuggled up close to my heart, and feel her soft, warm skin against mine.  That night, I tried to go back to my room to get a little sleep, but every time I woke up, I would look at the video feed of Elise and see her having a spell.  My mommy instincts must have woken me up.  I’d see her laying by herself, and then a light would turn on and a nurse’s hands would come into view to reposition her, stimulate her, and then put facial CPAP and oxygen on Elise with a mask.  I went down to visit her after each spell, and then decided to just stay with Elise and hold her skin to skin for the rest of the night.  

















Monday, April 21st, 2014
Elise continued on low flow nasal cannula oxygen.  We didn’t ever need to put her back on CPAP.  She continued grunting at times, but was keeping her oxygen saturations up (besides the spells overnight), and seemed more comfortable.  We had to be very careful about keeping her positioned with her head back and not overstimulating her.  We started Elise on caffeine to help with apnea spells.  Elise had her cardiac ECHO, and we had lots of people in and out working with Matt and myself on arranging home going equipment.  We weren’t sure how much time we would have left with Elise, but we didn’t want to spend any longer in the hospital than necessary if they weren’t doing anything for her that we couldn’t do at home.  The results of the ECHO came back that Elise had a moderate VSD and a PDA and a PFO.  These were expected findings.  The great news was that they didn’t feel as if her cardiac defects were immediately life-threatening or contributing to her current respiratory issues.  Elise spent much of the day snuggled in our arms and the arms of family members.  We cherished every moment.




Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014
Tuesday was a very busy day as we met with doctors and finalized everything we needed to get baby Elise home.  Elise had her first cardiologist consultation.  He discussed her ECHO and what we might expect in the future with her heart, as well as what treatment options might be available.  We set up a follow up appointment for 2 weeks later.  Two companies met with us and set us up with oxygen, a pulse oximeter, and NG tube feeding supplies.  We set up a pediatrician and follow up visit for Thursday.  Elise’s medical team thought that we had a chance at maybe having a few weeks or longer with her at home at this point.  It was such an up and down journey…one moment she was doing great, the next moment she wasn’t.  Matt went out and bought Elise a bassinette that we could angle up for Elise due to her having tube feedings.  That afternoon ended up being a rough one for all of us.  Elise started to get fussy and cry.  She cried for hours, and we couldn’t seem to console her.  We held her, sang to her, read to her, fed her, changed her diaper, tried laying her down…anything.  She ended up calming down right before we were discharged home.  We packed up all of our things and settled Elise into her car bed (a car seat that a baby can lay down flat in—Elise couldn’t tolerate sitting in a normal car seat due to her airway issues).











And then we began the long journey home.  That felt like the longest car ride of my life.  Elise wouldn’t stop crying and she kept dropping her oxygen saturations.  Her skin was mottled, and she looked very sick.  I held her hand and turned up her oxygen, but she would only recover temporarily.  We finally made it home, and Elise settled down.  I thought that maybe the day had just been too stressful on her and hoped with all of my heart that she would do well once we were home.


That night was difficult and very scary.  Elise was dropping her oxygen saturations more often and having apnea spells.  She stopped digesting her food very well.  We also had some problems with her oxygen tanks that made the situation worse, but figured it out on our own.  Matt and I had to take shifts staying awake with her because we needed to respond quickly once she started to drop her oxygen saturations and couldn’t risk being groggy from sleeping.  I kept praying that she would adjust to the transition home.
Wednesday, April 23rd
Wednesday morning, it became apparent to Matt and I that Elise wasn’t getting better.  In fact, she was doing much, much worse.  She started dropping her oxygen saturations drastically with any change in position and was struggling to breathe more than ever.  We talked about taking her back to the hospital, but we felt that she wasn’t stable enough to survive the trip there.  Matt and I were forced to make the most heart breaking decision we have ever made.  Out of love for our daughter, respect for her life, and desire for a dignified, peaceful death, we decided to call our palliative care team to come to our house and help us get set up with hospice.  
Our family left the house and hospice and the palliative care team came in.  They helped us make Elise comfortable.  For the first time in her life, I finally saw our baby relaxed, peaceful, and breathing easily.  I hadn’t realized how much she was struggling to breathe until I finally saw her when she wasn’t struggling anymore.  The next few hours were the hardest hours of Matt and my lives as we comforted and loved on our little baby girl right up until the moment that she died in our arms.  Elise went to be with God at about 7:35 PM.
Looking back through pictures, I can see how each day Elise looked more tired and was fighting harder to survive.  We prayed that if she was done fighting, that she would give us a clear sign.  Wednesday morning, we feel that she did.  
As much as this journey has hurt, we are still beyond thankful and feel incredibly blessed to have been given four and a half amazing, life-changing days with our precious Elise.