Our biggest question on our journey was, how would we say goodbye? We had to say goodbye to our son we would not get to know, not have the future days with. How would we leave the hospital without him?


Well, God was already there, there was no need for the fear.


Dave and I savored our time with our tiny baby. We held him, rocked him, and got wonderful pictures. Our nurse was extremely kind, Jennifer Hill. Late afternoon we knew it was time to let go. I asked our nurse if she could take care of Isaac for me, and she was more than willing. She had another nurse come in to hold him while Jennifer took me out to the car. This other nurse came in, washed her hands, then sat and rocked him while Dave and I slowly left the room. Our last memories of him, was with a kind nurse rocking him for us. Between these two nurses he was held until the funeral home came. We felt so loved and at peace. Our intense feelings of needing to care for our child, even though he wasn't alive and these feelings didn't make sense, were taken care of. Again, we saw God's hand holding us at one of the toughest times.