I remember the phone call to Ashley in my car- "Get to the hospital now and don't come alone." Vomiting crossed my mind. We drove silent the half hour it took to reach Rylee.
I could see her veins through her paper thin skin, I could see her little lungs working so hard to gain oxygen, and I could feel my heart pound at the love I felt for that little someone that I just met. She weighed all of 1 lb. 11 oz., and all I heard over and over from the nurses and many doctors working tirelessly by her side was, "She is doing great!"..."I can't believe how well she is doing.."