Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.

Being a parent, I think this answer is painfully obvious. I hope and pray that I never have to bury a child. The thought of anything happening to her is enough to knock the wind out of me, never mind daring to think about losing her.

When I was pregnant, we came too close several times. I was told when I was 22 weeks pregnant that things 'didn't look good' and that the possibility of me losing her was high. You can go back several entries to Lexi's birth story to find out why. I wouldn't allow my brain to wander to that dark place, to imagine being no longer pregnant and without a baby. I had felt pregnancy loss before, and I was not allowing myself to have to go through that again. I was determined to stay pregnant and keep my little girl. And keep her I did. She's a healthy thriving almost 3 year old.

I simply cannot imagine my world without her. The girl I was before I was Alexa's Mommy doesn't exist anymore. I am simply Alexa's mother now. It's my job, what I want to be, and who I am. If anything, God forbid, ever happened to her, I'd die with her. Maybe not physically, but I'd be as good as nothing.