I woke up early. Like five or six am. I had to be ready on time. I wanted to be there as early as they would let me so I could be with her for as long as possible.
My mom came over to watch Izzy. Izzy was not happy we were leaving again. She had definitely begun to notice something was wrong. She kept asking me "mama, why are you sick? Do you need to go to the doctors?" I responded, "No baby, daddy and I just have to go run an errand for a couple of hours we will see you soon, promise." Her sadness was heartbreaking. I hugged and kissed her.
We got in the car. I had four layers on. I was so uncomfortable. I wanted to scream. On top of everything else, my milk came in. I hated my body for doing that to me. I wanted to tear my breasts off. It was making me go crazy. Thinking that my body, had not yet caught up to the present, that it was trying to make nutrients for my baby. I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch something.
We got there around 9:30. They weren't ready for us yet. My anger and anxiety were rising. Matt held my hand, he said I should eat something. I didn't want to. What's the point? We headed over to the Ibis to get a muffin. Marissa, Andy and Katie came to take pictures of Emmy. I wanted as many as possible. We all stood outside, making small talk. Waiting and waiting for the doors of the funeral home to open. I just had to wait until ten. I could do that right?
We headed back over. As we walked in the building was hot, muggy, suffocating. I took a deep breath to stable myself. They led us back to her.
There she was. So tiny. So perfect. So unbelievably beautiful. Everyone told me to prepare myself, because she wouldn't look like she did at the hospital. I thought to myself that it didn't matter how she looked. She was my baby.
They had wrapped one of her arms, and plugged her nose. She had a blood spot on her chin. It concerned me greatly that she was even more fragile then at the hospital. How was I suppose to get her dressed in that perfectly pink dress, how was I supposed to hold and kiss her? I took a deep breath and stepped towards her.
"Hi my sweet girl." I touched her hair and held her hand. No tears yet. I couldn't believe it.
I didn't know what to do next, I didn't know how to act, should I be strong? Or should I let my anger shine through? So much anger. Still no tears. I opened the bag with her clothes. I could tell Matt didn't want to help. Not because he didn't WANT to, but because he was afraid. Afraid of hurting her, afraid of her delicate skin. Afraid she would start bleeding.
I unwrapped her blanket. Carefully, I lifted her up. Thank goodness Katie and Marissa were there, they kept me calm when I got frustrated. It was so hard putting that dress on. Getting her little arms through the holes, buttoning up the back, and trying to get the matching perfectly pink sweater on. It took all four of us. Her nose began to bleed. All over her dress. Katie grabbed a tissue and stopped it. Matt, Katie, and Marisa all assured me that the sweater covered the stain.
The next step, putting the tiny shoes on her tiny feet. Even though they were too big they looked perfect. I then placed a little white stick on bow in her hair. A couple of tears escaped. She looked absolutely beautiful. I asked Andy to take certain pictures. I wanted some of the three of us, and I wanted some of just her and I. The way he captured those images was so perfect. They were calm and somber. While they still captured the love Matt and I shared for her.
I picked her up, we stared at her, holding her perfectly little hands. There were no words needed. Just silence. I then held her alone and sat on the couch. In my head I wanted to scream. This was so unfair. What had I done to deserve this?!
Everyone left. Leaving the three of us alone. I placed her in her casket. It was a soft white. In it, I had placed the very first blanket I had made for her, a picture of Matt, Izzy and I, the sister necklace, a heart shaped rock I had found for matt our first year of marriage, a teddy bear, and a picture of Jesus holding a baby. That picture brought my heart so many conflicting feelings. Jealousy being one of the strongest ones. I placed an infinity necklace around her neck. We were forever. I had to keep telling myself that.
I leaned over her casket, Matts arm was around me. I checked the time, and then panicked. People were going to start arriving. I was not ready. I looked at Matt and said " I want to sing to her." He smiled and said he would make sure I was alone for a few minutes and left.
I held her hand stroking her fingers. "Twinkle twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky." The words were so perfect. Tears came faster with each word. I hated myself. I'm her mother. I was supposed to protect her. I apologized to her. Telling her once again that I wish I could have saved her. Then, without me being ready. People started to arrive.
My Dad and Chris first. I excused myself to the bathroom. I didn't have to go. I just needed to get my anger under control. I stepped in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Did God do this because I wasn't good enough for her? That had to be it. I was being punished.
I walked back into the room. I recall the room being a soft, calming color. And the furniture to match. The sight of it made me mad. I wanted to take her outside so she could feel the fresh air on her face. I wanted her to escape this with me. I hated that room.
More and more family and friends showed up. Most of them holding her beautiful little hand, and commenting on her perfection. Hugging me, holding me. I knew they cared, I just didn't want to be touched. I felt like I couldn't breath. My clothes were once again suffocating me.
The coordinator asked if we were ready, we were already behind schedule. Matt said yes. I was glad he answered, I would have said no. I will never be ready.
A prayer was said, I don't remember it. I'm sure it was beautiful. I was too busy eyeing Emmy. This was it. The last time I would see her face. The thought of that stabbed me in my heart. I'm sure I was bleeding inside. Did she know my love for her?! They began lifting the lid.
"Wait, I want to kiss her one more time!" I dropped matts hand and walked to her. I gave her a kiss on the top of her forehead. She was so cold. I secretly hoped my kiss warmed her up a little. I whispered, "goodbye my sweet girl. Mommy loves you so much." Then the tears came.