After a few years of trying to conceive on our own with no luck, we decided to go to an infertility specialist.  To our suprise with the help of some  medicine, we became pregnant on our first try!  The pregnancy was very healthy with only about a 10 lb weight gain.  When we found out we were having a girl, I could not have been more excited!  I have always wanted a daughter.  The names we chose were after both of our sisters...Layla Jill.  When she arrived, no other name could have fit here more perfectly.

Our daughter Layla Jill was born February 4, 2003.  She arrived at 12:01pm and weighed in at a healthy 7lbs 14oz.  My dream baby!  Dark brown hair, long eyelashes with big brown eyes and beautiful olive skin. She had the cutest little chubby cheeks and chubby thighs.   We were never so happy.  Layla was a good baby.  She was very relaxed and always content.  There was a short time that I think she had a bit of colic in the evenings, but that's about it.  She was so healthy and so beautiful.  I loved to dress her in her cute outfits and take tons of pictures of her.  My mom always teased me saying "you have more pictures of that little girl than anyone I know."  Well I thank God now everyday that I took all the pictures I did....because now that's all I have.

9:30 that morning the phone at my desk rang.  It was the owner of the day care.   I could have never imagined the words I was about to hear over the phone.  "Get to the ER right away...We went to check on Layla during her nap and she wasn't breathing".  I ran out to my car and one of the girls from work chased me and took my keys.  We drove right down the street to the ER and it seemed like hours.  I called my husband and my sister.  I couldn't breathe.  I was hyperventilating.  "Please God...let this be a dream".  We got to the hospital and they immediately put me in a private room and I knew then that the news wasn't good.  My sister got there first and then the Dr. came in.  He said that since the paramedics picked up Layla, they have "gotten no response".  He also said that they were still working on her but that this was "a rarely surviveable situation".  I just screamed.  All I could hear at that moment were the sounds of my screams.  What seemed like forever, but was just minutes,  my boss came in the room (she is a Dr. and went back to be with Layla while they were working on her) and she was sobbing.  She just looked at me and shook her head and said "I'm so sorry".  I was on my knees screaming.  Finally my husband arrived and came into the room and was told she had died and he fainted to the floor.  I crawled over to him and we just held each other and sobbed.  That is the day my life changed forever.