Meeting Ruby

After my legs became reattached to my body and I was able to move, they let me go to the 2nd floor to see my baby girl in the NICU.

It was so good to finally see her and touch her.

I finally had my little girl and she was beautiful.

She looked a lot like Luke when he was born.

She definitely belonged to us.

I hated to see her intubated, but I knew she was in being taken care of.

The nurses in the NICU were wonderful.

Even though we didn’t know the complications she had at this time, I was so happy to finally meet her after worrying about her for so long.

Right from the beginning she had a calm and peace about her that made everyone (especially me) feel it.

I hated to leave her. I could have sat there all day if I could have.

Now the only thing I wanted to do was hold her.

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I wasn’t the only one antsy to meet baby Ruby.

Luke was too.

However, they don’t let children under 13 in the NICU.

The Sunday after we delivered her, Jared decided to take Luke to church.

Luke was in his “I am so mad at you guys for abandoning me for 5 days, I am going to scream bloody murder all day” kind of mood.

It was a struggle just to get him out the door, and that almost didn’t happen.

On the way to church, Luke had another meltdown.

They didn’t even make it to church.

Jared was so frustrated that he drove to the hospital instead.

He wanted Luke to feel the peace and calm that Ruby exuberates.

The NICU made an exception and Luke was able to finally meet his sister.

According to Jared, he was a really good boy.

He loved every minute of seeing “dadee” (baby).

Especially the part where he got to wear a medical gown and a mickey mouse mask.

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There is something that happens everyday to remind me that Ruby is all around.

Here are some examples that have happened recently:

I received an email from a good friend in Utah the other day. She said this:

I was out and saw a gorgeous picture of the Provo Temple. One of those black and white ones that are made to look old. The only color in the picture were some beautiful roses in the forefront and the red stripes of our American Flag that waves next to the temple. I saw Ruby.
Sunday we blessed our baby girl. We all wore red accents. I thought of Ruby.

I took Luke to the library the other day for story time and the story they read was all about ruby red cranberries for Thanksgiving.

My sister has placemats that she sets out during the month of November. Everyday her kids  write what they are thankful for and this is what they put without being prompted:

 

While we were in Utah for the funeral we were driving back from visiting her grave one day. It was really cloudy and raining, but I was looking out the window and saw a small opening of blue sky and the sun was shining right out of it. It was gorgeous and I immediately thought of Ruby.

My sister in law said she was looking through her son’s schoolwork and came across this:

 

I received a text from a good friend in Utah the other day. She told me it had been raining all day and when it had finally stopped she saw a beautiful rainbow and she thought of Ruby.

I loved getting this text. I love when people share with me their experiences with Ruby.

It makes me feel like she is always around.