One year ago right now I was taking a nap on the couch. Blissfully pregnant with my 3rd child. A baby girl we planned to call Oliva. Her bedding was in my room waiting to be taken out of the package and loved by her. My new maternity clothes were hanging in my closet waiting to be worn by my big belly. One year ago today my life was perfect. I still had not felt my little lady move, but hand no reason to be alarmed, I had felt some little flutters and just thought I had a little more "cushion" this time and would be feeling somersaults soon enough. Sitting in church on Sunday in my favorite maternity outfit, a pink shirt with grey capris, I felt her, a big kick. Like she was saying here you go mom I am moving. Tuesday April 29th was a busy day. Emma had been suffering with tons of ear infections and I was finally taking her to the ENT. I had to drop Jack at pre-school get her to the Dr and get back to pick up Jack. I noticed a little spotting or was it? I didn't even know if I should be alarmed. I called my mom... she wasn't sure call the Dr. she said..... UGH I don't have time to go to the Dr. Called my sister who is my on call OBGYN since she has 100 kids ( Love ya Burt ) she said oh it's probably nothing... maybe just call and let them know. FINE! I will call. I talked to my favorite nurse who wanted me to go to the hospital for and ultra sound, I was ticked I don't have time for this. Finally she got me into the office to see a ultrasound tech I had never seen before. My parents came over and Dad stayed with the kids while Mom drove me to the Dr. I went in and the tech was throwing a big fit because the Dr who was in the room before her hadn't cleaned up after herself.... layed down on the table explained what had been going on and told her I wanted to confirm I was having a girl but most of all I wanted to see a strong healthy heart beat. At that moment I looked at the screen and saw the most horrible thing ever, a still heart. Trying not to panic I said where is it? My mom was leaning on/by me by that point and the tech put her arm across my body and said words that will forever echo in my head, "There isn't one"Hysterical is the best way to describe how I was behaving. I was sobbing so hard she couldn't even complete the ultrasound until I calmed down. The Dr came in and told me I would have to deliver my baby, and to go to the hospital and check in. I am so glad my mom was with me to drive me home. I had to call Jeremy, who was working 4 hours away in Kansas and tell him our baby was dead and he needed to come home. I could hardly get the words out. Mom my called my sister to take care of Jack and Emma. Hearing her tell my sister the baby was gone was devastating, it made it all the more real. Back at home getting ready to go, I walked past the beautiful bedding I had gotten for my baby and knew I wasn't going to get to use it. I looked at my newly round belly and knew it wasn't going to get any bigger. I looked at my little kids who thought they were getting a baby sister and knew they weren't. On the drive to the hospital, I said to my mom over and over, I don't want to do this. Why did this happen? The process seemed to take for ever, and was the most painful birth I have ever gone through. I checked into the hospital at 3pm on April 29th and at 3am on April 30th my 3rd child, a perfect baby girl, named Elizabeth Elle was born in the arms of Jesus. She was tiny, 7 inches long and 1/2 pound. But she was perfect, 10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes. Her legs were long and her thighs were already starting to get a little chub on them. I went home the next afternoon, without my baby. We laid her to rest on Friday May 2nd beneath a big tree. In a very tiny box we said good by to our beloved baby. I couldn't stop thinking or talking about it, she consumed me. I remember saying to my mom I want to be happy again, will I ever stop thinking about her? The answer is no. I think about her every single day and wish she was here in my arms, babbling her baby talk and waking me up in the night to eat. But God needed her. He had bigger plans for her. She is a angel now helping God watch over and take care of us. I am thankful for that.