Remembering Abbie

Today is my sweet Abbie's second birthday. Abbie was born with a midgut volvulus. Here's another definition that may be informative: volvulus neonatorum. (Actually, volvulus neonatorum is a term I just learned today.) When she was born, her belly was severely distended. She had to have surgery when she was only a few hours old. We didn't know her condition was as bad as it was before she was born. We had been told, worst case scenario, she'd lose an ovary. The situation turned out to be much more dire than an ovarian cyst. Her condition was so sever that all of her intestines were removed. When she was 1 day old, we found out she would not survive. We had to let our baby go. We would not let her suffer; it would have been selfish of us. I miss her every minute of every day. The big dates are so hard, like her birthday, and her "angel day." Today has been a struggle. I can't make sense of why this happened to my baby. I've been reliving her short life over and over again in my head for the last few days. I love my sweet Abbie so much, and wish she were here with me.