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We think about you every day HannaPosted Wednesday, October 12, 2011, at 3:39 PM
Happy Birthday, Hanna.
It's hard to believe she would be 3-years-old, brought into this world and taken away in less than an hour's time. I sometimes falter in my faith, but I have never doubted the little angel I called my niece is watching over us every day.
I stood by my best friend, Sam, after she found out several months into her pregnancy there was something wrong with the child growing inside her. The doctors gave the baby only 5-10 percent chance of survival, as Hanna had "Pentology of Cattrell."
This medical disorder left Hanna's inner organs outside of her body because the flesh had not completely covered her belly. Her heart was where her sternum would usually be because a malformation left no room for the organ.
I could feel the tears gather in my eyes as she explained what was happening. I could not even imagine what she was feeling.
The final months of the pregnancy were hard on my best friend, and filled with continuous visits to specialists at the St. Vincent Women's Hospital in Indianapolis, a well over two hour drive one way.
The doctors scheduled a cesarean section for the end of October to be done at the hospital in Indy.
Little Hanna just couldn't wait that long. Next thing we knew, Sam was rushed to Greene County General. Her vitals were monitored, and careful consideration placed her in an ambulance and rushed to Indianapolis.
On Oct. 12, 2008 my family and I, which had unofficially adopted Sam as a part of our family, piled into my car to make our way to the hospital in Indianapolis.
My Grand Marquis had never driven so fast as we tried our best to tail the ambulance, which consisted of my best friend, paramedics and an extremely kind nurse from the hospital back home.
A c-section was scheduled for the next morning, and the surgeon came in to fully explain what would take place the next morning.
Sam and I sat in the hospital room alone that night. We researched the disorder and reflected old times, as I tried my best to distract her from the scary reality of the next day.
Sam and her boyfriend decided on the name Hanna, because it was one her father loved. The middle name Alene came from her grandmother, Terry, and Faith being the fact Sam had faith in God to make the correct decision.
On Oct. 13, an angel was born. She was truly beautiful, and had facial features resembling her mother's. Her face, with a tiny nose, thin lips and closed eyes, was all I could see under the bundled blankets.
After an hour of working on the baby, Sam's boyfriend had to make the horrifying decision to let her go.
I watched the tears fall from Sam's eyes as she held her daughter.
I remember holding that little angel. Her body was still warm as her heart barely continued pumping. Her tiny fingers barely wrapped around my index finger.
A short time later, a simple, "I'm sorry," from the doctor changed the entire mood of the room.
Our little angel began her journey to the next step after life. She would not have to spend the coming years suffering through dozens of surgeries, and I am sure was sent on to watch over our family.
Happy third birthday, Hanna Alene Faith Barton. We still think about you every day.
Sabrina is a staff writer for the Greene County Daily World. She can be reached by email at email@example.com or by telephone at 847-4487.
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