Not a day goes by that I don't think of my sweet baby Maxwell. It was 3 years ago today that I held my baby in my arms. Maxwell was beautiful with dark brown hair and perfectly formed fingers and toes. It was hard to believe that he was in the NICU unit. I will forever remember the day when Jeremy came to my hospital bedside and told me that our baby Maxwell was not going to make it. Like any mother would do I tried to memorize everything about my baby. I held him close to me and examined his every detail. I felt my Savior's love for me as I held Maxwell in my arms. My earthly time with my baby was drawing to a close. I remember asking myself, "How am I going to say goodbye?" I continued to hold him close and feel of his warmth, so sweet, so very very perfect. I held his perfect little hand in mine and rubbed his tiny little fingers. I was the one holding him back and I knew that I needed to say goodbye for a season. On November 2, 2005 the nurse came in and told me that I had 30 more minutes to spend with Maxwell. The medical team would be here to take Maxwell into surgery shortly. Two baby boys in Canada and Mexico were waiting on the operating table for Maxwell's organs to arrive. I continued to hold Maxwell, kissing his face and each individual toe and finger. I told him that I loved him and that our family will be forever. My heart was broken. I knew I had to let him go. Just one more kiss, one more tight squeeze, one more time holding his hand in mine, one more time feeling his heart beat next to mine....one more one more. I took a deep breath and did the hardest thing that I have ever been asked to do. Wrapped in a soft white blanket I handed Maxwell to Pam, the NICU nurse. I told her to please take care of my baby and promise to keep him warm. My eyes were fixed on Maxwell, I didn't want to look away. As I sat there in my wheelchair my heart truly felt like it was ripped from within. My arms ached and I already longed to hold my precious baby. I thought of my Savior and the Atonement, He suffered all of this as well. He not only suffered for my sins, but for my pain, my sorrow and my anguish. My Savior understood what Jeremy and I were experiencing. The nurse took me around the corner and in a matter of seconds Maxwell was gone from my sight. I went back to my hospital room and sat alone. Maxwell's mission on earth was soon to be over. The clock confirmed that his surgery would be done shortly. I left the hospital with a vacant car seat, empty arms and a broken heart. However, what I did take home was a stronger testimony of my Savior Jesus Christ. I know that life is eternal and death is not the end, but really the beginning. During this time Jeremy and I felt the power of prayer. It truly was as if angels were lifting us through a most difficult time. Our experience with Maxwell was bittersweet. We tasted the bitter and now we have been blessed to taste the sweet that follows a trial. God lives and Jesus is the Christ, I am grateful for my knowledge that families are forever and I am so grateful for the words of my Savior, "Because I live, ye shall live also." This brings such peace to my soul! What a beautiful day it will be when I can once again hold my baby in my arms. Happy 3rd Birthday Maxwell, we love you!!!!
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