We decided to baptize her while she was at the hospital. You see, deep down I knew she would not
make it. At a point I thought, “Am I jinxing her for baptizing her in the hospital?” We decided to go
ahead with it. The hospital’s chaplain brought us a beautiful small white dress for her to wear. Truly
angelic. I didn’t get to dress her. The nurse did that for me. I watched as she carefully moved the wires
to put Millie’s dress on.

All of my family was there. Her Nino (Godfather) and her Nina (Godmother) stood by her side as the
priest blessed her with the holy water that never cured her. I remember being angry. I was going
through the pain of watching my child die slowly… yet, I was trying to please God (and my Mom) by giving her the Sacrament of Baptism. I look back at that day and I am thankful because her Godparents had the opportunity to be a Godparent to an angel. Millie looked amazing. She looked so beautiful. And I was hurt, angry, sad, and full of hate.