The story astounded us on almost every level of our being. It started with a woman, who fought to be a mother. Her body for the first three attempts didn’t allow her and lost all of her children during the third trimester of her pregnancy. At first, it made her weak and vulnerable. She seemed to believe that her destiny was meant for desolation and that she was not worth it. Her dream was to be mother, and for some reason she couldn't achieve it.
The woman told us that one day, waking up after many months of resentment and depression, she felt different. That night, she said her heartbeat was as fast as it ever was. She had a dream, but the contents of the dream were blurry. All she remembered was that she felt liberated. For the first time in a long time, her “soul” felt free. That same day she, decided for a fourth time to get pregnant (and she did).
After constant care and a very healthy pregnancy, we fast-forward to the eighth month. The woman still to this day doesn't know what to call the day that she was forced to give a premature delivery to twins. It happens to be that the night before the delivery, the two babies were suffocating within the womb. And the day of the delivery, the woman remembers the tears permeating down her face. She found out that one of her baby girls had passed away.
But there was still one fighting for her life. After the longest breakage in time (as per the woman), the baby came out crying with less than two pounds in weight. The new mother carried her new daughter for a few seconds, but due to the traumatic state the newborn was in, the baby was taken away from her arms and put into the NICU (or intensive care area).
For one month, the baby fought for her survival. The amount of stress put on the premature baby was incredibly profound, but what was more profound was the commitment of the mother and father who stayed almost every hour of every day in the hospital. The woman kept telling us that she was a mother, and she was going to do everything in her power to save her child.
For one month, and passing Christmas in the hospital, the mother talked and comforted the child. Carried it and fed it. Nurtured it as the mother she had always wished she would be. The day of her triumph came on New Year’s Eve, when she brought with her husband “little baby Rylee” to her house. That same night, she said to her little girl that for her she was going to be strong. And that you would remember your sister as a great spirit, and that in you, Audrey Hope (the baby who passed) will live forever.
However, she needed an answer for what had happened. Therefore, before she went to sleep she said a prayer. She did not ask for the miracle of bringing Audrey back, because she already had a miracle baby. Rylee once had a 2% chance of survival, but she made it. All she prayed for was an answer. When she woke up the next morning, she had told her husband that if he remembered the liberating feeling, which she had the day they decided to have the child. After his acknowledgement, she continued and said I now remember the dream.
We still get goose bumps the size of snowballs when we remember what she told us. She said, “Audrey saved Rylee. And Audrey sacrificed herself for my dream of being a mother. In my dream I was inside my womb and seeing the two sisters together. Audrey saw Rylee struggling within the womb. She had caught herself amongst the chords and was in a fatal position. Audrey was the one who went to Rylee and saved her. Audrey fought to keep Rylee up in a surviving position, while she stayed down suffocating for her sister. Audrey saved Rylee, and in my dream they both told me that they would always love their mommy”.
She then said that her soul felt liberated through the power of Audrey’s mind. Audrey sacrificed herself and told herself that her mind is powerful and that no pain or death is worth the death of her sister.
Tragedies in the world happen. But sometimes, when people combine the mind and soul, beautiful things can come out of tragic situations. And Rylee is a living example of it. The mother, although still mourning for her loss, told me that she would be strong for Rylee, because that is what one, a good mother would do and two, what Audrey would have wanted