An Everlasting Life
Remembering Mary Denise Sauer July 12, 1995—August 26, 1995
by James L. Sauer
In the summer of 1995, my wife Paula gave birth to a little girl we named Mary. Mary was not a normal child. Her genes were all mixed up. Mary was doomed from day one to die.
We had no hint that there would be any trouble. The ultrasound had picked up nothing amiss. We had prepared her crib and painted the room. All was ready for the normal joys of a newborn child. But then Mary came and she was not the kind of child we were expecting at all.
Dr. B. looked troubled that day in the delivery room. Things were not going right. Delivery was too slow. He kept feeling what he thought were the irregularities of a face wrongly positioned in the birth canal . . .