Mallorie died early this morning. Somewhere between 4 and 5 AM. My mom is trying to catch up on sleep (she hasn't slept much in too long) and she doesn't have the heart or energy to post this right now. I'll let her revise or delete this and write her own when she's ready, but I think a lot, if not all, of you would like to know.
She was admitted yesterday morning to our local hospital by Dr. B. (God BLESS her) after an appointment where her blood-oxygen levels were very low. She had pneumonia, it turns out. Again.
Things went down hill this morning. The staff at our hospital worked so hard to get her heart beating, even doing what some would consider "extraordinary measures." They weren't just going to let her die. It was when my mom knew that she was gone that they stopped. No one gave up on her. Not one. The staff loved that sweet baby and treated her like any other. They are such a blessing to us.