A time or two the doctors did try to give Jenna some of my milk but her stomach wasn’t ready for it. I became discouraged and decided one day that it wasn’t worth it. Being away from her, even for 30 minutes every few hours was too painful. If she couldn’t take it I found no reason to leave her any more than I had to. I remember Dr. B looking me straight in the eye and telling me that one day she will. I didn’t take it as a confirmation that she would live, because he had been very clear just how critical our girl was, but I took it as a small ray of hope… that she might. I kept pumping. Of course things did not pan out the way we hoped and prayed they would. [Read more]
