This picture was a later in the day of Evanna's birth, just back from surgery to close her back and place her shunt. JoAnn was still in two floors away, recovering from the C-section, so it was just her and me for a long time.
It was one of the most difficult times. She was so swollen from the surgeries, intubated, hooked up to an IV line and monitoring. And I couldn't hold her. I couldn't comfort her. All I could do is what I did...I stayed with her, I talked to her, and I prayed over her.
But it was so hard, seeing her like this. Struggling.
I leaned over to her at one point, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered to her that I know she is a fighter, but that if the fighting was too hard, it's ok...she didn't have to keep fighting.
But she kept fighting, and she continues to fight.
It's who she is.
