When the nurses at the hospital told us that they would have someone who could come in and take pictures for us I thought it was kind of strange. Pictures? Of my child who's not even living? I don't know about that, I thought.
How grateful I am to have these pictures now. They are the only thing I have to remember what my sweet baby Luke looks like. I wish my memory was more clear. Unfortunately, it's not. Though the feelings and even many of the events of that day are so vivid, some of the images in my mind are not.
What a gift and a blessing it was to have this woman, a complete stranger, come in the middle of the night to take pictures for us. Not only did she come and take the pictures, but she must have stayed up doing more work for us, because the pictures were edited, burned to CD's, a couple prints were made, and they were in our hands by the time we left the hospital the next morning.
Thank you for your free service which left me with one of my most treasured possessions--a memory captured until I can see Luke again.