So why do I even bother?

Yesterday and today have been highly productive days for me, even with Jaycee home with me yesterday. I feel that I have accomplished a lot in the way of getting things done. The house is put back in order, laundry is circulating frequently, the house is cleaned up, and I have enjoyed some relaxation time with a good book.

However, I think some of this is a cover-up for what I am really feeling. And this is a very honest blog, so if you don't want to know about my trying to conceive issues, or my issues with my husband, then you might want to go ahead and read elsewhere. I am having to reach out the only way I can right now, which is through writing, because he just doesn't get it.

This is my fourth month in a row on clomid, the most I've been on a higher dosage in 3 years. This is the fourth month in a row I've had to struggle to get my husband to even come near me during the peak ovulation times. Guess how many nights we've "practiced" this month and last month? THREE. THREE. THREE. How do you get pregnant with three nights out of two months? Yes, they were all in peak ovulation times, but with how good my numbers looked last month, it should have been about TEN. But no, he's too tired, doesn't feel good, or just pissy. Sounds like a damn woman.

He doesn't understand the emptiness I feel each day without a baby to hold in my arms. He doesn't understand how I cry every night after he is long asleep because he won't even touch me, his wife. It makes me feel hideous, disgusting, and unwanted. It makes me feel lonely and empty... and it hurts. "I don't know why I don't want to" or "I'm sorry, I was tired." Those two excuses make me want to vomit. Do you not want anymore children?

It also pisses me off beyond belief because I am wasting money and time because he won't do anything. I try to talk to him about it and it becomes a big argument because he doesn't see the big deal or the bigger picture. He doesn't realize that my body is ticking away... and he's the one telling everyone that he doesn't want to limit the children he has now, that he will take as many as he can get. How the hell is that going to work if you won't do what you need to with your WIFE so she can GET pregnant?

I'm over this. I'm over the hurt, the anxiety, the pain, and the heartbreak. I am over crying myself to sleep every night because he gets in bed, rolls over, and falls asleep. He doesn't take any initiative, and he doesn't show any concern for how I feel about it. I mean, my god, it took five years to conceive Kylie. At this rate, I'll never conceive again.

I am staying so angry at him, so stressed about this, and he won't even talk to me. He ends up yelling and pissed off no matter how I approach it: calmly, tearfully, angrily. No matter what, I can't get it through to him.

I give up. I give up completely. I am done. I can't do anything else!

Christmas 2010

Christmas has come and gone, and admittedly, this year was much easier to get through than last year. Last year, I was so raw. This year, I was able to hold in a lot of my emotion, which is kind of funny to say, since a few gifts got me good, and I ended up a crying mess.

Christmas Eve was full of tears for me compared to Christmas Day. I spent most of Friday morning just bawling my eyes out. I guess it's good that I got it out before then, because I might have cried through every part of Christmas if not. It didn't help that my parents weren't exactly getting along. That distracted me, too.

Christmas morning, we woke up before Jaycee and then went to wake her around 6:30. The sight of snow just thrilled me- there were at least 2 inches already, and you couldn't see the road at all. It was absolutely breath-taking. When I said "Jaycee, it's snowing!" she didn't even move. When I said "Jaycee, Santa came to see you!!!"... she jumped straight up and said "YAY!". =)



This was the part I had been looking forward to for over a month- Jaycee's face when she saw all of her presents. She noticed the kitchen first, and then she was just in awe- there was so much more! She picked things up, dumped her stocking, and made a big to-do over her gifts. She said "Oh, I wanted this!" and "I love it!" and "Santa brought me this!". We then handed out presents and opened our gifts.

From us, Jaycee got some clothes, a V-tech laptop, some books for her TAG reader, some regular books, a littlest Pet Shop play set, a princess CD player... man, we just went a bit overboard!

I got Chris his hot chocolate machine that he really wanted, and that was a lot of fun to do! I also got Chris some new Tim McGraw Southern Blend cologne, and a new trimmer/shave set.

Chris was so good to me and got me pretty much EVERYTHING on my list- butterfly earrings, a nice day planner, a new sticker for my car in memory of Kylie, and Eclipse... I felt really special!

After all that... Jaycee had to find a special present in the tree from Santa- a ballerina necklace!




As we finished unwrapping, Santa was outside our driveway! Chris held Jaycee up to see him, and we talked to him. Jaycee said THANK YOU, SANTA! MERRY CHRISTMAS! =) It was a beautiful addition to the day, and a memory that will not be soon forgotten. To be honest, it was quite magical, and it had me excited and giddy!



We then headed to my mom's. A trip that should take 7-8 minutes took over 20!!! But the scenery was absolutely perfect- it was just like it had come straight from a postcard. The snow sitting on the branches of trees... I was truly lost in a Winter Wonderland.



My parents never cease to amaze me. I wasn't expecting much this year, but they went above and beyond to give us the best gifts ever. I was okay until I opened the gift from my mom that was a Hallmark Willow Tree gift set... the wording was just such that I knew it was for Kylie. Then, my sister gave me my pink Kylie tree... 4 ft pre-lit with white lights... I am so thankful for all my gifts. No one forgot to include Kylie again.. and that meant so much. Jaycee got a tricycle and a Leapster 2, along with all kinds of cute clothes, pajamas, and other toys. She was so gracious for all of it... and that meant so much.



Mom bought all the guys Nerf dart guns... man oh man, that was something else! She also got my dad an Auburn #2 jersey- and he was SHOCKED with that one =).

At that point, Jaycee and Chris left to go to his mother's house, as I do not go to any of his family's events. This is due to the fact that last year, we had a very big falling out. It just makes it easier for me to get through the holidays without having to deal with them. There are lots of bad memories and feelings there.

This year, we did a lot of things different. Because of the snow and other things, we ate dinner at almost 2, compared to 12. We also did Dirty Santa for the adults instead of eveyrone buying for everyone else. It really made it worth while, and started some new, fun traditions. My Uncle Frank bought Jaycee the Dancing/singing Dora- and you would have thought she won the lottery! Between Dora and the Baby Alive that my grandparents bought her, she didn't know what to play with first. Jaycee also got all of the stuff to give her a complete theme for her bedroom: Tinkerbell!!!!!

It was also a blessing to have my grandparents there. Granny's dementia and Parkinson's has gotten so much worse, and sometimes, I wonder if she really recognizes us or knows who we are. It is heart breaking to see her struggle to talk, to remember, to finish a sentence, to walk, to move. It is so hard to watch her struggle to eat, struggle to drink.. and it is equally as difficult to see my granddaddy's reaction to her condition...

But Granny didn't forget one important part of Christmas tradition, which is one of her FAVORITE things: our paper ball fight! =) She threw paper at us kids... and she struggled so hard to throw it, but she knew what she was doing. At one point, Jon and Uncle Mark dumped the whole bag of paper on Daddy's head...

Then, we played in the snow. The wind wasn't terrible, so it was very bearable outside. The guys had a serious snowball fight, and then Jaycee teamed up with Ashley, Jon, and her daddy to build Herman the snowman...


By the time we got home, we were full, exhausted, and overwhelmed.


There was not a moment in the day that Kylie wasn't in the back of my mind. We didn't get to go visit her because of the snow, but we saw her Christmas Eve, and then we saw her in the snow yesterday. My little princess sent us a beautiful gift that lasted the weekend, and it was such a sweet blessing to receive.

So, we made it. It was tolerable, but I still ache for my little girl. It is important that no one forgets her, and my family showed me that she was just as much on their minds and hearts as she was on mine.

I hope everyone else had a good Christmas...

Christmas Eve and Kylie Brielle

Christmas is so hard. It's hard to think about in some ways, because Chris insisted that we would be in the hospital on Christmas, meeting our beautiful new baby girl, and she would be a beautiful Christmas gift to us. That didn't happen...

It's so hard because my due date was January 1, 2010. It's almost been a year since my due date, and so many things are still so difficult to stomach/handle. I think about what she would look like, who she would look like, what she would be learning, who she would act like...

It's so hard to live my life without my beautiful angel. It's so hard to keep putting one foot in front of the other without Kylie here to hold my heart together. I feel so vulnerable, so weak, and so broken. It's like I'm the broken toy that is forgotten in the corner, the one that can't really be fixed, but no one has the heart to just throw it away. I feel fragile...

I miss my sweet girl so much today. I ache for her to be in my arms. I ache for another child. I ache for my draems to come true. I ache to wake up from this nightmare that is parenting from Earth to a child in Heaven.

I just wish my story had turned out the way I had planned... why was that too much to ask?

Teen Mom and 16 and Pregnant just upsets me these days, because they are just kids having kids, and they are bringing children into poor environments without money, a safe place, etc. (for the most part), and I just wanted ONE baby, healthy to bring home,a nd I can't even get that... it's not fair.

so this Christmas, remember those parents who have empty arms, who are longing to reunite with their babies who have gone to Heaven... remember those parents who have struggled for years with infertility to bring a child of their own into the world... and remember those who are never able to bring home the baby they have always dreamed of.

Now, I fall into two categories... infertility and empty arms from a baby gone to Heaven.

I hate my body, and I hate this fate that has been bestowed upon me. If Kylie was here, everything would be fine.

Everything would be fine.

I love you, Kylie Brielle, more than you will ever know, and I anxiously await the day when I once more hold you close to me.

Almost January 1...

So January first is just around the corner. I am having a hard time with it already, because I am still not done with the one year marks...

January 1 marks one year from my original due date with Kylie. The day she should have been born, the day she should have entered the world happy and healthy with no complications.

January 1 will always be another one of those days. It's hard because there are so many days for me.

The first of each month, because that was when she was born, and also, her due date.

The fifteenth of each month because that is the day she passed.

The eighteenth of each month because that is the day we laid her to rest.

October 1, October 15, October 18, and January 1 will always be hard regardless.

Yes, I know Christmas is coming, and don't worry- I'm dreading that too.

My mom has put a few bugs in a few ears that I wanted a pink Christmas tree for Kylie for Christmas- I want a pink tree with a lime green bow... I think it will be perfect, so I am really hoping that I get it.

Just one day at a time, I guess... one day at a time.

14 months

My dearest Kylie Brielle,

Sweet angel, fourteen months ago today, you left pain and suffering to enter eternal happiness. Unfortunately, as you became safe forever, I entered my own realm of pain, emptiness, and suffering. Please don't think I blame you, because I would NEVER do that. Nothing is your fault, sweet baby. You are the most innocent, perfect child, and I am so thankful for the gift of your life.

For 26 weeks, 5 days, I carried you. I carried you, nourished you, and loved you endlessly. I felt you move and grow, and I talked to you day in and day out. I made plans for you, I picked out things for you to have, and I prepared for a newborn baby, a perfect little bundle of joy in pink.

For two weeks exactly, I watched you grow in the NICU. I watched you kick your long legs, open your gorgeous blue eyes, and breathe through a ventilator. I heard your heart beat, I fed you through a feeding tube, and I took your temperature. I did not get to change your diaper, bathe you, or feed you a bottle. I didn't get to hear your cry, see your smile, or hold you close to me and feel your heart beat with mine.

For fourteen months exactly, I have missed you, loved you, and ached for you. I have wondered countless times who you would look like now, what you would be like, and what new things you would be doing. I have prayed, begged, pleaded, cried, screamed, and yelled. Not one day has gone by that I haven't thought about you.

As a parent, I hoped for several things. One was that I would be able to teach you the things you needed to know to make it in this world. Another was that you would be able to make a name for yourself and become an important contributor to society in your own way. Also, I wanted you to be YOU, and to be an individual, who is unique and wonderful.

Instead, you have taught me some things that I needed to know to make it in this world. What, you might ask? You have taught me a mother's love, a love that I would not know in such depth if it weren't for you. You have taught me to help others, to reach out if I need help, and to believe in special organizations who gave you a chance at a life. You have definitely made a name for yourself; you are touching so many lives, and it is just amazing to see what kind of impact you, my child, have on others. It is truly breath-taking. And, of course, you are YOU, an individual, who is unique and wonderful in more ways than I could ever tell you.

I wish I could tell you that things are easier for me. I wish I could tell you that I have accepted that it is what it is, and move on. I wish I could tell you that it doesn't hurt as bad as it did fourteen months ago, and that I know I can make it the rest of my life. I just can't do that. The pain sometimes hurts so desperately that I don't know what to do, how to handle it, or where to turn.

No matter how I feel, or where my grief is on any particular day, I am ALWAYS thankful for you. I am always thankful for your life, your love, and your birth. You will NEVER, EVER be forgotten, and I will ALWAYS love you more than you will ever know.

You are my heart and soul, and I love you so, so much. I miss you every day.

Thank you for coming to bake cookies with us on Friday. It was the most special thing to see you in so many of our pictures. You are truly, truly a blessing. Thank you for being mine.

Love forever and ever,

Your Mommy

Does anyone understand?

After last night's post, there were several sweet comments made to me, and I greatly, greatly appreciate that. However, I did realize that some took it as a "God-bashing" session, or that they felt the need to witness to me because they didn't think I knew who God really was.

Unless you have walked in my shoes and have gone down the path of losing a child, especially your newborn, premature baby that you tried for FIVE years to conceive, then you don't get to decide where my faith is or where it was. I understand you want to help, but that only makes it WORSE.

There are stages of grief, and unfortunately, the stages are not neat stairs with even steps. You go back and forth, you go to good days and bad days, and your emotions are everywhere. I am 14 months tomorrow from losing my daughter. That's just a little over a year. I am entitled to have bad days. I am entitled to feel how I feel. I am entitled to be mad at God.

What really troubles me is that some people feel that telling me that a child is not really a "gift" but a "loan from God" will make me feel better. That doesn't explain why some people keep their children and others don't. It certainly doesn't help ease my pain.

What I need from everyone is to understand that I am not going to be fixed over night. I am not going to be all of a sudden fine when an invisible timer goes off and says "Okay, you're done grieving now." I am living with a pain that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, and if I can't use my own blog to vent how I feel and get some of that pressure off my chest and relieve some stress and anxiety, then where am I supposed to be able to do it? I want you to look at what you have done: you have judged me based on a life-altering experience. You don't know where my faith was before, you don't really know where it is now, and you don't know where it will be when the anger goes away.

I feel very judged and picked on.... I feel like the only thing most everyone pays attention to is the fact that I am mad at God. Doesn't anyone realize that I'm trying to sort my feelings out, that I'm trying to get a handle on my miserable, lonely life? Doesn't anyone care that there is more to my blog post than God?

Now I'm afraid to post anymore...

Where's my miracle?

Every day, we hear of miracles. We hear of people surviving plane crashes, fires, and car crashes. We hear of life-altering surgeries, overnight cures of deadly diseases, and guardian angels protecting people from harm.

We hear of babies being born against all odds. We hear of babies surviving against all odds. We hear about miracle children who overcome huge obstacles, people who walk when they were told they never would, and moms and dads who live ten years past a diagnosis of 5 months...

So while everyone else gets their miracle, it just makes me wonder... what happened to mine? Did I use all my "miracle" up when I conceived and gave birth to Kylie? Because I do consider her a complete and total miracle- and I am so grateful for her...

But still I wonder. Why couldn't I have been given a miracle to save her, so that my life would not be down this spiraling, miserable path? Why couldn't I have just one more miracle? Why was Kylie's life not important enough to save, but so many other parents get their miracle prayers answered and then some?

Why do some parents get told to prepare for surgeries with life-altering consequences, only to be told later that "by a miracle" their child doesn't need the surgery anymore and is doing wonderful... why do some parents get told that their child won't make it through the surgery, and years later, they are still living life with their child?

If those things can happen, why could God not answer my simple prayer: please don't take my baby from me. I begged and pleaded... I cried and I screamed. I asked a million times NOT to take her away from me. And yet, the prayers, the begging, the pleading, the hoping... it was all in vain, because she is gone, and yet, I am stuck here in my miserable existence, broken into two million pieces, unable to be whole ever again. My prayers were ignored, pushed to the side, not listened to, and unanswered. Kylie, my most precious gift, and the most beautiful child I could have ever imagined, was taken from me unfairly and all too soon, and yet, I am expected to keep going like nothing ever happened. I am expected to NOT be angry with God, and I am expected to accept the fact that he took my child and she isn't coming back.

I would give my life, my blood, and everything I have and then some to have Kylie back in my arms. I would give the world to have her. I would beg, borrow, steal, and plead to have her. I just don't understand why some prayers are answered and others are not. I don't care if God needed or wanted her in Heaven, because I can guarantee I want her and need her more. There are plenty of angels already there, and I just want my angel with me. I really don't understand why my request to keep my child was any more difficult to handle than all the millions of other parents who never have experienced a loss or had trouble having children. Why is my request so hard to handle, and others are not?

I know that everyone is different and every situation is different, but what I want to know is what I did to offend God so much that he thought to punish me with the most excruciating, terrifying pain and punishment that could ever be created. Yes, I believe it is God. I don't believe it is Satan, because God is supposed to be able to STOP the bad from happening, and I just don't understand why God would allow an innocent, helpless baby to die like that... just say "Oh, you don't have to live your life, you can come with me now." To me, that is a selfish thing. You dont' need my baby because you have plenty of adults who live a full life and then pass... you can use them. Why my baby, who had no chance to live, to learn, to grow up, to become a young lady with hopes, dreams, and a life of her own? How dare you take away her future and mine?!

I am so angry tonight because EVERY damn day, someone gets a miracle, and I couldn't have mine. It is unfair, and I am not happy with it. I hate my miserable life. I just want my baby.

Remembering my angel

Today has already been a bittersweet day. Today, we celebrated Christmas with our group of friends. Santa even played a visit after we had a delicious brunch with all kinds of special treats...

When I was watching the kids open their gifts, my heart was breaking inside because I wanted so desperately for my Kylie to be ripping paper right along with them. It is just so damn unfair. She should be here, growing and living, learning and experiencing. I felt so desperate to see her at that moment, and my mind began racing.

After the kids opened their gifts, the girls pulled me to another room and handed me some gifts. They wanted to remember Kylie in some way, and they remembered that I said I wanted a Kylie tree, so they all picked out an ornament that reminded them of her so we could have a jump start on her tree. It was the most beautiful, heart-felt gesture anyone could have ever made, and I just bawled my eyes out as I opened each gorgeous ornament and saw the heart and thought that was put into each one... I'm still having a hard time holding it together.

I am so grateful for such amazing, thoughtful friends. I know that Kylie will never be forgotten by them, and it means the world to me that they remember her like I do.

Here are her ornaments:

This ornament came from the Crutchers. Thank you for such a personalized, special ornament to remember our baby girl.



This ornament came from the Salazars. I must say, this one brought the most tears, as this particular ornament is an awareness angel holding the Infant and Pregnancy Loss Awareness ribbon. It is truly a special, special ornament, and I thank you so much for choosing this.



This ornament is one of two from the Kelleys. It is a Hallmark ornament (which I have always held near and dear to my heart because of my grandparents), and it is gorgeous. The back of the box says: The world wouldn't be the same beautiful and wondrous place without your unique contributions to it. You bring more than you realize to every day simply by being you. Directly below is another ornament from the Kelleys. It is Kylie's birthstone angel, with the body of the angel being opal. It is just perfect! Thank you, guys, for these very heart-felt ornaments.



This ornament is from the Johnsons. Emily told me it reminded her of Kylie's cross that we use in a lot of our photos, so that is why she chose it. It is simply beautiful, and it DOES remind me of her cross, too. I am so grateful for this ornament, Emily, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Grief and the power of best friends...

Last night was our monthly RTS meeting. Because of the pending holiday, we decided to bring food and do an ornament exchange. We knew that there would be at least one new couple, but when we arrived, there was another new couple, as well. For the first time EVER, there were 13 of us in the room, and it was an amazing thing to see. There were all stages of grief there: old and new, and everything in between. Two of us are 1 year, 2 months into our losses, and others were earlier this year, and some as early as 3 weeks and 5 weeks ago. I look at the newly bereaved mothers, and my heart just breaks in two, because I realize that that raw, scary pain is just never going to completely go away. For anyone to have to understand my pain, the grief that I am going through, and the significance of my loss means that they have to have lost, and I don't wish this journey on ANYONE. I just wanted to fix it for them, and to make it okay, because I realize now how difficult it is to see someone in that much pain.

I also feel bad because when I got home, I looked at myself and remembered that I was in their shoes at one time, a year ago, when the pain was so raw, so fresh, so numbing, so confusing... and I realize that I have come a very, very long way. I did not realize that I had gone from point A to point B... it doesn't mean that I am fixed or healed, because I am not, by any means, but it does mean that in baby steps, each day is easier to get through than the day before. I want to just wrap my arms around each new angel parent and guide them safely to the next stage, so they don't have to hurt like I did... but I know it can't be done. The pain is real, the grief is real, and the loss is real. It has taken me this long to realize that for myself.

Though I have often blogged about experiences that are negative, or people who have taken a negative view to what has happened in my life, there are positive people who help me with positive things in life.

Tonight, my best friend Jessica came over with her two boys. Jaycee and Micah are BEST friends, and they play so, so well together. They always hold hands and have conversations only they understand, and they have always been best of buds. Gavin is just the sweetest baby ever, and of course, I could go on forever with telling how great Jessica is.

Out of everyone outside of my family, Jessica and I have bonded and become so close over this past year. Not that my other friends haven't been there, because they have, but with Jessica's NICU and surgery experience with Gavin, we have a better understanding of one another.

When I was wheeled out of recovery in the wee hours of the morning on October 1, 2009, Jessica was the first person I saw. She had come, in the middle of the night, knowing she had to work in a few hours, to make sure I was okay. She was on her way to see my little angel, and then she was going to bed. Even in my drugged up state, I knew she was there, and I thought of how much that meant to me, for her to be there. She came as much as she could while I was in the hospital and while Kylie was in the NICU. The day of Kylie's passing, when she got the message that the doctors didn't expect Kylie to make it, she was there for me immediately. She left work, and came straight to the hospital. When my world was crashing down in front of me, she was there, already ready to pick up the pieces as they fell. That day, she didn't leave my side. It meant the world to me to know that she was able to hold Kylie and tell her goodbye. I know that Jess would have spoiled her so, so much. She just couldn't wait to get her hands on the first girl born into our group of friends.

Over the months that followed, Jessica never gave up on me. She continued to call, to message, and when i came out of my funk, she was there. When Gavin was born and was immediately rushed to the hospital's NICU at Crestwood, then Huntsville, then Vandy, I was there for her-- and I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.

As I was able to hold Gavin for the first time, in the NICU at Vandy a week after his birth, Jessica and I shared one of the most understanding, precious moments our friendship has ever had. At that moment, we had an understanding of one another that we never had before. For the first time, someone in my friends understood the fear and uncertainty that always comes with a NICU stay, and though I would NEVER wish it on anyone, I believe that in some weird way, God wanted us to share this connection. I honestly believe that Kylie was Gavin's guardian angel, and that she guided him through surgery. She knew that we could not handle anything else, and she protected him and helped him heal. She also stood by Jessica and helped her be strong, because I know first hand that it is hard to keep from crumbling.

Now, I don't know where I'd be without her. I can talk to her about Kylie. I can cry for no reason, and she doesn't judge me. I can tell her how I feel, straight up, and I can be honest with her with no fear of an argument, hurt feelings, or anger. I can be myself. Not many people ever find someone like that, someone who is so like them in so many ways, but yet brings out the best in you all the time. I am so blessed to have an earthly angel in Jessica, because I don't know how I would have made it this far without her support.

Don't get me wrong- I have wonderful friends who are here for me and who let me talk about Kylie freely. I love them to pieces, and they have done so much for me, whether it be chipping in to get bracelets made from Kylie's funeral flowers, or just joining the March for Babies and walking with us. Everyone has done some pretty awesome things for us.

I just wanted JEssica to know that I have never forgotten for one bit her part in Kylie's life, and how much I am thankful to have her now.

Kylie is a very lucky girl to have so many people who love her and miss her daily. I am proud to say that I have a very special angel.

Doctor news = Good news

So I talked to Dr. H today.... I had my progesterone drawn on Friday of last week, and I called to check on it and to see what would be happening.

Last month, in November, my progesterone was 7.4, showing no signs of ovulation. Actually, that's down right terrible.

This month, in December, my progesterone was... 12.6!!!! It almost DOUBLED in one month's time. =) He still wants it to be 15 or above, but he said you can most definitely conceive at a 12.

This month, since the meds worked, we will do another dose of 100 mg a day of clomid for 5 days, if I am not pregnant this month. He feels strongly that I had a pretty good ovulation cycle. He was very pleased that my ovualation surge was almost exactly right- day 15, instead of day 19-22 like it had been. We are definitely on the right track.

He was very encouraging to me and feels that we can conceive soon going down this path with our numbers continuing to rise. What a good thing! He was also very encouraging because he said he knows that heartbreak happens each month it is a no-- he doesn't want me to get discouraged because we know that I CAN get pregnant and carry a child.

Please cross all your fingers and toes for us, as this is some HUGE positive news, and I haven't had such good numbers in quite a while. My progesterone will need to be supplemented in a pregnancy for sure, but we know that we can definitely get there. Time and patience: two things I definitely lack, but I will do my best.

I love Dr. H. He is AMAZING.


On other news... I am very excited because tonight is our RTS Decemember meeting. I think we have a new couple coming, and I also am excitd about seeing all my angel parent friends. We are having finger foods together, and we're doing an ornament exchange. I am so blessed to have people in my life who know how hard this holiday season is and how much we miss our little angel.

I have to say that I am less and less tolerant of ignorant rude people. I had a situation with a fellow Publix customer in Madison on Monday- I was talking to the bagger, who is an old friend of mine, and Kylie came up, so the cashier asked me what happened. Briefly, I told her Kylie was born early and had a bowel disease that caused her to have surgery, and she didn't make it long after that.

A woman in the other line just blew up and was so pissed off that I had the nerve to talk about my "dead child," and that "NO ONE cared or wanted to hear about that." It took everything I had to not go off... everything I had.

I am thankful for the support of my friends and family and understanding how terrifyingly upsetting that was. Every day living without Kylie is hell. I would give my life, my whole being and existence just to have her back. I would love to watch her grow, learn, and become a beautiful young woman, but it was not meant to be. Why, I don't know. I guess I will have to find that out when I meet her at the gates of Heaven.

I had a young lady approach me last spring and tell me this: Mrs. Keith, I am Muslim, and in my faith, we believe that if a baby dies, the baby waits for its mother. The baby is cared for and loved by all in Heaven, but it won't grow up or go anywhere until the mom is there to join them, and that the true cycle of life will continue when mother and baby are reunited. We also believe that the baby loves its mother with more love than can ever be imagined, and the baby is anxious for the day it can be held by its mother again. When you reunite in Heaven, it will be a beautiful meeting.

Those words stand out to me so much- that someone with such different faith, different raising, and such a young look on life could say such a profoundly beautiful thing. That is the image I hold on to- that Kylie does remember me and love me, and that even now, no one can quite care for her with the same kind of care that comes from a mother's touch. It gives me great solace to know that she loves me still, and that she is waiting on me to raise her, so that she doesn't grow up without me. It will be beautiful to watch her grow up in Heaven- she will never have a bad childhood experience, and Heaven will be blessed with the most beautiful angel child as she grows and becomes a woman. I am looking forward to the day that I can hold her in my arms once more, this time, while she looks up at me with those beautiful deep blue eyes.

What a miracle baby I have birthed, and what a joy to call her mine. I am a blessed angel mother. Those who don't understand are just jealous that they don't have such a perfect angel watching over them.

I love you, my dearest Kylie Brielle. You are my heart and soul.

Below are a few pictures from my 27th birthday, spent with my wonderful family:

Pictures

Jaycee came home today after being with her mom for a week, so needless to say, I was very happy to see my sweet girl. She has been so affectionate this evening! It was so great just to hear her laughing and talking... I didn't have to hear any kind of music, tv... just her voice. SHe is the best medicine for when I'm feeling down. She is such an amazing child, and I am so lucky to have her with us.

Tonight, my sis came over and took our Christmas photos so we could get our Christmas cards out by the weekend. The pictures are AMAZING! =) I have such a photogenic little girl! And yes, we were able to include Kylie in the photos, too. Jaycee was so sweet sharing her photos with her "baby tister". I love my girls!

Here's just a few...

Christmas

Christmas is a time of the year that used to be full of giddy excitement for me. I would put my tree up faithfully before my birthday (Because face it, Christmas trees ALWAYS make your birthday seem better!), I would deck the house out in Christmas deco, and Chris would slather on layers of Christmas lights outside. (When I was a child, it was my daddy who choose to make their house look like a freakin' airplane landing strip... and we LOVED it!) I would bake, make delicious goodies like haystacks, sugar cookies, and chocolate dipped pretzels (anyone else having problems with their mouths watering?) Hot chocolate was a staple, and presents overflowed from the tree.

Rewind one year: 2009. It took every ounce of strength I had to put up the tree, for Jaycee. Chris forced himself to put a few lights around the door and window on the front of the house. I hung up a wreath, and I put a few trinkets out. Wrapping presents was just another chore, and it took a lot of strength to gather at my mom's to make sugar cookies and oreo balls. Shopping lost its thrill, and I was so, so sad. Think about it- I was only 2 months away from saying goodbye to Kylie, and my due date was January 1, so I was imagining what I would have been like, hugely pregnant, delivering a happy, healthy baby... and preparing for a new baby among the Christmas cheer. I was devestated.

This year, Christmas hurts a little less. It makes it easier for me to get through each day to have little things to remind me of Kylie and the impact she is making on so many people. We put up the tree together as a family- Jaycee LOVED helping. We followed our normal tradition, because that is one little tradition that I don't mind keeping: Chris and I always take our two "First Christmas Together" ornaments and put them on together, first. Since last year, Jaycee has put on one of her ornaments at the same time. After that, we put all of Kylie's ornaments on the tree together. Then, we just got to work. I didn't even get to put ALL of my ornaments on because I ran out of room!

Chris will put up some lights today- not much, but enough for Jaycee to enjoy. My snowmen are all over the house: on the curio cabinet, kitchen counters, in the bathroom, on the entertainment center. Jaycee even has a little light-up tree in her room.

Within the next two years, I anticipate having enough ornaments to make our very own "Kylie Tree". I want to purchase a pink tree, because pink is the very color that defines my little girl the most, and then cover it with Kylie's ornaments, angels, and butterflies. What a beautiful tree it will be!

We actually got excited about shopping, and I am thrilled for Jaycee to see all of her gifts- she is very spoiled, and I have a hard time STOPPING shopping for her... haha.

However, it doesn't change that my body and mind and heart knows Kylie is missing, and each day this holiday season, I have cried, sobbed, and ached. My arms feel heavy because I should be celebrating a baby who is almost one, instead of a baby who is 1 year, 2 months old, and living in Heaven instead of here. Everything makes me cry, but I guess that is to be expected.

I miss my Kylie so much... Does anyone have a time machine so we can go back and fix everything that went wrong?

Some people

As if I don't have enough to deal with in my life, I have people who want to bring me down. The bad thing is, they don't want to tell me to my face, and I have to figure it out from A.) How they are acting, and B.) from what others think based on words and actions.

First of all, I do not EVER try to get attention through my loss of my child. I didn't ask for this. I would give my life not to be in this situation. It is what it is, and that is all I can deal with. If you are jealous because of me losing my child, then you are truly a sick, sick person. If your jealousy is because you know you won't ever be in a similar situation, and you won't get the "attention" I am getting, then you're equally as sick. Do you honestly think I want this attention, for a negative thing that has happened in my life? Do you honestly think that I am happy that Kylie died? Do you have any common sense at all? COME ON! I hate every minute of my life that I don't have Kylie with me. I feel guilty, angry, hurt, betrayed, broken-hearted, and broken in general. You're jealous of that? Get a life.

I will continue to talk about my child WHENEVER, WHEREVER, HOWEVER, and to WHOMEVER I choose, and you will NOT make me feel bad about it. I'm through with letting people get to me so easily. I should not be dealing with this. I am allowed to grieve in my own way, in my own time, and however I see fit. I don't do anything for you. I do it for me, my family, and my baby girl.

If you have such a problem with doing things for me, then just don't do them. If you have a problem with me talking about Kylie, don't talk to me. If you have a problem with any "attention" I get because of my grief, then don't bother with me anymore. I'm through with your crap.