Sophia let us know she was special
right from the start. She
was a miracle baby that we did not think possible. Sophia came
into the world in a breech position that she absolutely refused to
surrender. Right from the beginning, she wanted to stand up
and join our growing family.
Sophia was born on December 4, 2003, and I remember watching anxiously
as the doctor examined her little body moments after her birth.
“Is she okay?” I asked.
And the doctor replied, “She’s
I asked our family pediatrician the same
question at the conclusion of Sophia’s one-year checkup. “Is
The pediatrician responded, “She’s perfect.”
And, for the one year and one week of her life, that perfection
and love of life sparked a wonderful joy in all of us.
Sophia had brilliant blue eyes, dark blonde
hair and an endearing smile. We called her “Smiley.” We also called her “Ord” or “Ordie,” a
character from “Dragon Tales” that big sister Isabelle
asked she assume when playing pretend. During her precious year,
Sophia took great pride in her accomplishments, especially those
that brought her closer to playing with Isabelle. She was a walker
at 11 months and began saying “Mama,” “Papa,” “Ibelle” and “dog” by
Sophia loved her books, especially turning
the pages and listening to stories while being cuddled in her rocking
chair. Her favorite books were Pat the Bunny,Tails, and Time
Whenever we wondered where Sophia had ventured to in the house,
the crate of books in the living room was always a safe guess.
Sophia also enjoyed dogs’ playfulness.
She even laughed in delight when a dog pulled her doll from her hands!
Sophia experienced the joys of all the New England seasons. In the
spring, she swung on the swings at the local park and toured our
neighborhood in her stroller. During the summer, Sophia dangled her
feet in the Cape Cod waves, splashed with Isabelle in their backyard
kiddie pool, and waved a flag at the Fourth of July parade. In the
fall, she picked apples and went trick-or-treating as a kitten. And
in winter, Sophia and Isabelle made a snowman in freshly fallen snow.
Sophia liked to dance and wiggle her bottom
to the beat of the music in our home. I remember dancing
with Sophia in my arms the evening before she died. We had put
the lights on our Christmas tree and played our first Christmas
CD for the season. Sophia and I danced cheek to cheek. She smelled
so clean and sweet. I remember looking in the mirror with her that
evening and marveling at how lucky I was to be able to watch my
second daughter grow before my eyes. We were all so innocent then.
Our lives changed forever on that dark morning,
December 11, 2004, when Sophia died suddenly and unexpectedly in
her sleep. We miss her every day.
Although we ache for her physical presence,
we feel her joyful spirit with us always. Sophia forever
will be a part of our family.
~ Melyné Zartarian Nagle