Today, Michael and I went to the funeral home to pick out Lilly's gravestone. Michael was very hesitant about going in. Its hard to go back to a place where so many tears were cried.. especially when you think that things are just now getting better. Going in did bring back a lot of memories but it wasnt as bad as we thought it was going to be. Before we left the lady handed us Lilly's death certificate. I couldnt help but just stare at it and read the words 'Cardiorespiratory Insufficiency due to Trisomy 18' over and over again. Those words made me think back to when I was holding her and watching her have trouble breathing and as a mother feeling helpless because there was nothing that I could have done to help her. I prayed a lot that night! That was the only thing that I felt I could do. God had givin' me so much peace and strength thoughout my pregnancy and I knew that at that moment I needed his peace and strength more than anything.