Well, where to begin... a little about me I guess.  I am 32 and Casey James was my first child.  Jamie (daddy) and I have been together for 5 years this past July.  I have two stepkids from his previous relationship, Shayla, who is 10 and Gregory who is 7.  I remember finding out I was pregnant, oh my the surprise.  I was on birth-control, because we weren't ready, there were other things to "get in order" first.  Jamie had gone away with his family and I couldn't get away from work.  I got to thinking, I hadn't had a period in a while, and I didn't really feel sick, just not quite right.  Well SURPRISE .... I was pregnant, not very far along at this point, but pregnant all the same.  After a few tears (joyous ones on my part) and some long talks, daddy and I were finally on the same page....we were gonna have a baby.

     Two weeks short of nine months later... along came Casey James.  I had a rather uneventful pregnancy other than a couple things.  My ob found out I have diabetes, which really wasn't too much of a surprise as my mother and father were both plagued by this disease, and also an underactive thryoid.  Both were easily corrected and monitored closely, and were in perfect control at his birth.

     Skipping ahead, I went to the dr on Monday, March 14th for a routine appt.  When I got there, they were looking for the heartbeat and couldn't find it.  So after an excruciating 2 hours and they looked at me and said the line we all dread....I'm so sorry.   Honestly, I think that was the easiest part of it all.  Once they told me this I realize I have to go home and tell Jamie.  That would have been hard enough, but to make things even harder, he had lost another son the year him and I had met.  (Although, due to totally different circumstances.)

     Well, all the arrangements were made and I was to be admitted to the hospital to be induced on Wednesday at 9p.m.  I had my beautiful Casey at 10:56 p.m. on March 17 (St. patrick's Day).  The ob speculated it was the cord due to some looks of it being pinched off, but couldn't say for certain, due to the pending autopsy.  Turns out that's what it was when the result came back.

     We put Casey into his final resting place in the cemetary right next to my grandfather, and coincidently where my mother ended up on April 28, 2005.  So I know for sure my baby has plenty of arms waiting to rock him, as he is also joined by my father, and Jamie's mother.  Atleast, til his momma gets there, then they'll just have to take a "backseat" for a while.  I have lots of kissing and hugging to do.