In 1995, I was pregnant with my first child, it was amazing. Whatever the book said was suppose to happen that week did, the baby moved, etc. At around 24 weeks along I was told that I needed another stronger ultrasound, which concerned me. My husband and I went to have this ultrasound done, the doctor told us the baby would not leave outside my womb and wanted me to have an abortion. As a Catholic, I didn't want to do that, I wanted a second option. I found a doctor that told me he would see what could be done and not just abort her. Can I tell you something, the sound of my daughters heart beat slowing down broke my heart. I was given medicines and I gave birth to my daughter, I still remember what she looked like. She had died a few days before, the back of her head was open, her brain stem was on her shoulder. Two days later she was buried, her name longer than her precious body. How will I be remembered is for her, the muted colors speak of that sadness for me. Rebirth is for the son I had nearly three years after losing Antoinette, the phoenix to me speaks of death and get rebirth.