Our son was ran over by a train

And yet, as truly terrifying and traumatic as that event was it isn't the first, or most, traumatic event we have lived through.

And saying that, writing it, just makes it all feel that much more unfair.

I don't want to go into details here as we fully intend to take legal action, and honestly it is still too raw to comfortably recount. But in that instant, all I could do was scream for mercy, for grace to save my baby. The very thought of losing another child shook me to my core. Watching not even inches from him with no ability to stop what was happening is forever ingrained on my mind. Just as poignantly as the moment the doctor told us that this was the worst thing Lucy was dealing with (having watched her entire journey over the summer) and he would do everything he could to help, but this wasn't good.

Or the moment the doctors laid Lucy in my arms before turning off the ventilator.
And the paralyzing fear of it all rushed in.
But our son, our Baby Isaac, he lived.
And I truly believe that his sister was there with him, protecting his tiny body from the crushing weight of the train.
Sparing his life.
Knowing that her baby brother couldn't leave us just yet.

Thank you, Goosey, for continuing to be the very best big sister and protecting your brother.
We can barely make it a day without you here, but knowing you are there for your Baby Isaac makes it just slightly more bearable today.

Ike embracing his guardian angel sister. This photo was not staged. I wholeheartedly believe he felt gratitude towards her and this was how he could express it.