Julia Paige was born on March 4th at 1:14am. At that time I was approx 25 weeks pregnant. Her life was short, 13 minutes to be exact. None of those minutes were spent with me or my husband. Instead they were spent with doctors and nurses trying to keep her alive. We were in the room just watching and waiting. It's been just short of 4 weeks now. In some way I miss her everyday, but I think I've accepted what has happened. I no longer feel the need to cry over our loss all the time. I see her picture and I smile. It's the same when I talk about her. I'm not about to fool myself into thinking I'll never have another bad day, I still do and know I always will. What I also know is that in her short life she taught me and my husband more than anyone else ever has. She was an amazing person that deserves more credit than she will probably ever receive. Through this process Joel and I have learned to talk again. How to be a couple again, instead of just living in our daily rut. We've also learned to appreciate the things we do have, like each other and our son more than ever. It's funny how when something is there everyday you begin to take it for granted. I've always loved both of them, but now I realize how much I do and how much they love me in return! I thank Julia everyday for the things she helped me to see. And I know I would do it all over again just for those few minutes. Because in the end even the minutes matter.