Sick Baby:Part 3

After we got home from EIRMC from our 4 day stay things got a little better and then worse.

We ended up back into the hospital due to possible dehydration. His wet diaper count had dropped significantly and on Saturday he hadn't had a single wet diaper. He had stopped wanting to eat or drink, so whatever nutrition he was getting was because we were syringe feeding him. We were so tired of everything by this point. It was getting ridiculous! No one could tell us what was going on.

We stayed in the hospital the third time over night and were discharged with again no answers.

We got discharged on a Sunday and saw our pediatrician the following Tuesday June 25th. 

Up to this point Trenton had been very inconsolable, he would cry constantly and also would tighten his body and throw himself into an arch.

Trenton was still asleep when I left for work Tuesday morning, (which was not normal behavior for him the past several weeks). He ended up sleeping in until Mike went in to check on him at 8:30. He was awake but had contorted his body into a weird position, and his left eye was way off to the side while his right eye was straight. He wasn't crying, and almost looked drugged.

Mike took him into our appointment, they weighed him and found that he was down 4 pounds. His poor little body was only 16 pounds and he looked weak and frail. Our pediatrician was concerned about Trenton's eye as well as his weight. He recommended that we have some labs done, and that we head to SLC to PCMC to be treated.

Mike called me at work with the plan, and we were on the road with-in the hour.

We arrived at PCMC Tuesday at 4:00pm and were admitted right away.

 They ran some more labs and then we waited for awhile. About 12:00am they placed a feeding tube in his nose. The next morning we had several consultations with different specialists. It all kind of ran into a blur after this.

We sat around while they did lots of labs, we talked to lots of doctors, and ate lots of junk food.

Mike had to go back home on Thursday morning to work...someone had to pay the bill! But my mom stayed with me and we talked to MORE doctors, and sat around some more.

Trenton was a champ, and after getting some calories into his system started acting slightly better.

We received a few packages from family and friends while we were there, and are so thankful for thoughtful people in our lives!

We met with a GI specialist, a Geneticist, a Pediatrician, a Nutritionist, a Rehab medicine specialist, a Physical Therapist, an Occupational Therapist, a Speech Therapist, etc.  

We were able to get out of the room and take some much needed walks...

We had an EEG done, to check for possible seizures, after Trenton displayed some weird behavior. The results came back negative, but only really mean that while the test was being preformed there was no seizure activity.

We also had an MRI done of his brain to see what was going on. The results showed us a lot. It was found that Trenton's brain has what they call "Neurological Digression". Which means that since his first MRI back in December 2012 his brain has regressed even more. There were also more abnormalities found in his brain. We don't know much about this but we had some more in depth genetic testing done to look farther into a possible diagnosis, but there still is a 60% chance that we will never know exactly what, why, or how this all happened. And what the future looks like, but we will pray we are in that 40% chance of getting a diagnosis. 

Through the OT we got Trenton a sling for his hand, so that he would learn to keep his hands open instead of closed.

Going for walks in the wagon from Aunt Tami, Uncle Vaughn, and family!!!

By Sunday things started turning around and looking upwards and Trenton started to look more like himself. He started to throw out little giggles and sly smiles and out hearts were on cloud nine!

We were scheduled to discharged that following Tuesday July 2nd, but before we could I had to learn how to place a feeding tube in Trenton's nose since it would be a permanent thing from now on. It was scary, but not has hard as I thought it would be.

And finally the moment came, we got to go home!!! After a week of living in a hospital, even a fantastic one like PCMC, I was SO ready to be home!

Once we got home life started getting back to a more normal way. Trenton has done very well since being home. He's on some medication to help relax his muscles, and it seems to be doing such a great job. He is more loose and able to finally start to hold on to things and bring them to his mouth!

The feeding tube is a permanent thing for now, he still doesn't have much desire to eat with his mouth, even though he is totally able to. They guess that he probably will never make it back up to even 30% by mouth, but we will work with him daily and see where we get. We are hoping to get on the schedule to have a G-tube placed. A G-tube is more discreet and is just right in his belly, and not through his nose.

We couldn't have asked for better doctors while we were at PCMC, and consider ourselves extremely lucky and blessed! We truly believe that things happened for a reason, and happened in the order they were meant to. We continue to work and pray daily for answers and results, but only time will tell.

We are beyond grateful for my mom to drop her life for a week to come be with Trenton and I. We also are so thankful to our Heavenly Father for the love he has given us, and for trusting us with such a special spirit! We have a long road ahead of us, but we are ready to get things going!

Time Out For Women 2013

(warning: this gets personal and real, please be for warned and polite/careful with any comments you may choose to make at the end of this post, or to others)  

Today I had the privilege to attend Time Out for Women. Amazing!
I needed it more than I even knew I needed it. It was uplifting and well received by me.

Here is what I learned:
Life isn't easy, for anyone. Life can be hard, it can and will throw challenges at you both night and day. But it is through our faith and our reliance on our Savior Jesus Christ that we can make it through these challenges that we are faced with.

I wouldn't look back on my life and say it was hard. I wouldn't say I had a hard childhood or even a hard teenage life. I did the things that I was told to do by both my parents, other adult figures, and most importantly my Heavenly Father. I went through life with a smile on my face, and a skip in my step you could say.

Now, I am not saying my life didn't have it's troubles or disappointments by any means. I am saying that my troubles, were not trials for me.  They may have seemed like mountains to climb when I was younger, but looking back those "mountains" were merely hills.

These past 2.5 years in my life have been different for me. Both good and bad. I still don't have a "hard life", but I no longer have a skip to my step. My hills have become mountains. Becoming an adult and facing the world has changed me. I have been faced with trials that I never even new could be possible, let alone be happening in my life. Life has become challenging in ways for me.

I would never trade my trials or challenges for anyone else's, but that doesn't make them any less hard to trudge through. Today I realized though that I have let the light go out of my life, and out of my eyes and heart. Life has a funny way of doing this to us, each of us. Lifting us up, and then dropping us smack onto our faces. Our challenge in this life is how we recover from this drop. Will we simply lay there and never move again, eventually forming to the ground we fell on. Or will we lift ourselves up, brush ourselves off and start the climb once again?

Life has dropped me onto my face, and I have stayed right there. From time to time trying to "sit up", but always ending up laying back down, becoming one with my surroundings. I didn't realize until today just how true that statement was for me. I have been sitting down for far to long now, having a pity party for myself, and not realizing on what I am missing out on. I was missing the bigger picture. I haven't been living as though I matter, as though my family matters, as though we are something more than the challenges and trials we are faced with.

While I know and truly believe with every being of my soul that the gospel of Jesus Christ is true, I haven't been showing those around me that I believe the things which I claim to know and speak of weekly. My actions are speaking louder than my words. I had lost my vision.

Elder Scott has said:
"Heavenly Father did not send us to earth to fail, but rather to succeed GLORIOUSLY"!

This I believe. This I know. 

I know that God does not want me to fail. He wants to help lift me up off the ground that I have been laying on, and carry me to where I need and want to be. I have to much at stake in this life, and in the next to not get up and trudge on through new and ever lasting trials that I face.

Today while listening to the speakers and musical numbers I had an 'ah-ha' moment, I realized that my priorities are not in order(although I had felt they were). I realized that I had let fear and doubt take over me, and I had let Satan into my life ever so slightly for to long. The blackness and darkness he brings was taking over the light and joy in my life. The mundane tasks of the every day were no longer miraculous and exciting to me. To be frank, depression was becoming a real word in my vocabulary.

I hate that word, and everything that comes with it. I hate that I have let myself start to get here. But it happened, and I'm no longer letting it take control over me. It's my turn to fight and let my actions and words be one. I am ready to 'Tap into the vision of what God already has in store for me'. I'm ready to face the storm and still stand when it's all said and done. I'm ready to fight to be strong. My fears are still real, my trails will not go away-and my even get worse before they get better, but I'm ready.

I'm so grateful that I was able to attend Time Out for Women today, It was powerful and much needed. I am also thankful for my family for helping make that possible. It's amazing what the Lord will do for you when he knows you really need to hear something!

****Please do not worry about me. I am not depressed, but was merely starting to feel that way. I am fine, and will be great. I just needed to write this down so that if I ever forget what I learned today and feel myself heading back down this road I can refer back to this.****

Sleep Training.

Oh the dreaded sleep training. We put it off for far to long, and we knew it. We had created so many bad habits, that were starting to bite us in the bum. 

When Trenton was first born we constantly held him, because who doesn't love a newborn snuggle. 

We held him during nap time, and all night until we were ready to go to bed, then we would transfer him to his crib.

He would wake up almost every night about 2:30am to eat, I would feed him and then hold him for another hour until he was fast asleep. Then I would put him into his bed again. Needless to say, this got old. Finally it got to the point that he would wake up the minute we put him down, and we were sleeping with him on the couch-while holding him in our arms. 

Annoying!!

Well we knew something needed to change. We had "tried" sleep training before...kind of. But the poor baby would cry for hours on end, and this working momma couldn't take it any longer, so we stopped. My fault. 

At Trenton's 9 month appointment, Dr. Anderson asked how T's sleeping habits were. We explained our current situation, and he HIGHLY encouraged sleep training. So we went home and that night started on our journey. Because of T's current physical situation, Dr. A recommended starting with night time, and once he had that down adding in nap time.

It's now been 9 days, and I can happily report (knock on wood BIG time) that everything is going pretty well. He is getting better and better, and his crying is less and less. He has slept straight through the night 7/9 nights since the sleep training has begun....I can count on 1 hand how many times he had done this before we began!

We are now starting the talk about nap time....eek seriously DREADING this one!

Wish us luck!

Second Birthday.

Happy Birthday Carter!



Aug 3rd and 9th 2010



 I can't even begin to think about where the time has gone. Two years??? really? As this day as been approaching I've found myself flashing back to those 13 days two years ago. It's been a journey to say the least. Our little family of two became a family of three and life changed forever. We will forever be grateful for those precious 13 days that we had with our sweet angel.

Back then, I thought that life would never go back to a feeling of normal ever again. It has, as weird as it to realize. But it is not the normal we once knew. It's a new reality that we live in, a feeling of striving to be more Christ-like; to be a better wife, husband, daddy, mommy, brother, sister, son, daughter, aunt, uncle, grandson, granddaughter and friend. We have a daily fight in us to be better so that we can be with Him again. There is nothing like having an angel baby to make you want to do all you can so that you can be with them forever!

As I look back on what these past two years have brought us, it's amazing to recognize the blessings we have been handed. For a long time I didn't think that I would ever want to get pregnant again, I didn't think that I could handle it. I struggled with thoughts of forgetting my sweet angel if we had other children. I struggled with thoughts of preterm pregnancy, and this tragedy happening again. I may have even told the Lord once or twice that if he took my baby I would never have another child again because I wouldn't go through this pain ever again....ha like telling the Lord what he can and can not do is even an option! In those moments I thought it was. Those moments were also some of my most spiritual moments I've even experienced, and probably ever will.

Even though the wounds are scared over and hurt less and less each day, we miss him an unbelievable amount and wish that we could hug him and run and play with him to celebrate this second birthday.

Life is funny how things work out....but thankfully one day we will be able to celebrate with him for many birthdays and such.

Happy Birthday Angel baby, hope it's a good one!

We love you!!!! 



Aug 4th, 2010



bump update:

Things have been so crazy with this pregnancy lately. I feel like i'm always at an appointment or in the hospital or something. I have officially 35 weeks along. I'm seeing the dr. every week for my weekly exam and the hospital staff twice a week for my bi-weekly nst (non stress test). I'm exhausted all of the time, this week I have also managed to come down with a cold, which is not helping anything!

At this point, I crave sweets most of the time, ice water, basically I will eat anything that sounds good at this point. My belly is seriously large, and i'm not sure how much farther I can grow and still be able to breath. This baby likes to have one foot up in my ribs now and his head is far down. I'm having contractions, braxton hicks and the real deal! Painful!!!! I don't sleep well, or for long periods of time. I'm swelling in my feet, hands, legs, and face. I can't wear my wedding ring anymore due to the swelling, which makes me feel like people think i'm some unwed pregnant teen.

Sunday I had an NST, we went in thinking it was going to be a normal 30min to 1 hour test like it had been the past 2-3 times previous. 2 hours later we were still there. 3 hours we were still there. 4 hours we were still there. finally at 4.5 hours they discharged me. What happened??? well I started to contract, which I do every time, however I was contracting ever 5-7 mins regularly. They were painful to say the least. The nurse checked me to see if I was dilating or not, turns out I was a 1 but that my cervix was still tight. That was painful too!!! Dr. O ordered a shot in which would help my muscles relax and hopefully stop contracting, it worked but I would be someone to get the side effects, including rapid heart race! yuck! worse feeling in the world. He also ordered a UTI test to be done, which lucky me had to happen via catheter catch. I was thinking in my head, no big deal I had a cath done with Carter and I didn't feel a thing....um how in the world did I forget that I also had an epidural at that point!!! Seriously I was in tears, and shaking! Sunday night was miserable! We went home and I was ordered to stay sitting and relax. My body was in such pain, and I just felt out of control thanks to my heart rate. I was a good girl and did what I was told.

 Monday morning I woke up(it was spring break) and we headed for Dr. O's office. He did a regular appointment, including my Strep B test and sent me on my way. We left and with in minute I started to not feel good. I ended up with a massive cold; sinus junk, chills, body aches, fever, sore throat, ears backed up, stuffed up nose, etc. I laid on the couch the remainder of the day. Tuesday I felt better but by the end of the day was back down. I guess I had over did it through out the day. And that leads us to today. Dr. O wanted to see me again so this morning I went in, they did a pee test and a culture for the infection that Carter had. He also checked me again, I am a two but my cervix is still pretty closed, but babies head is pretty far down already. Dr. O said today that I will not be making it to May to have this baby. He stated that if we can get 1-3 more weeks he will be happy. After his appointment I headed for the hospital for an NST. Things went great there and they sent me home to rest. So here I am, resting!

It's hard to not be able to do anything, especially since we closed on our house on Friday and all I want to do is get it un-packed and ready to go. But I won't. I will be a good girl and sit and do as little as possible......wish me luck!!!! Sorry no pictures today...coming soon!

Failed blood pressure test.

March 9, 2012

I am 33 weeks today, YIPPEE!!!! I am so glad that things are moving along and that I am still 'with child'.
I went to my appointment on Friday for my normal weekly check up. Dr. Oldroyd has placed me on weekly check ups now since braxton hicks contractions are possible from here on out he wants to keep ahead of everything and just keep a close watch on me. So I went in Friday afternoon, everything was good...that is until they took my blood pressure. I've never had an once of trouble with my b.p. in fact they always tell me it's perfect. Leslie(the nurse) took it and stated that it was a little high for me, she had me pee in a cup again and tested my urine again. My pee was fine, as always just a slight trace of protein...nothing to be worried about. She took my b.p. again and it was still high(for me), so she made some notes and told me that Dr. O would talk to me about it....um OK??!! So I sat there, waiting for my turn. Dr. O came in, measured my belly which is right on schedule. He then put the doppler goop on my stomach and we had a good listen at babies heart. Baby wasn't loving having the doppler on him that day and would swim away every time we finally would get to really hear anything. Never-the-less baby sounded good. Then he sat me up, and 'the talk' came. Long story short, I was sent right over to the hospital for a stress test. Lovely, but I understood that it was better to play it safe, then end up in labor or with pre clampsia.

I headed over to EIRMC and checked in at L&D. They hooked me up to the contraction monitor as well as a baby heart monitor. I also had my b.p checked again, although they said it looked fine, I however knew what my 'normal' is and this number was higher then the past two checks that day. However could you blame me? I was alone and didn't know what the end result of this test was going to determine for me...hello, you would have higher b.p too!!!!

My nurse was so lovely to me and was totally OK answering all of my one million questions. I laid there for about 45mins-1hr, then the nurse came in and explained that Dr. O had actually stopped by to see another patient and they showed him what my test was showing. He then decided that I needed to stay for a while longer. Jump forward to 1.5 hours later and I was still laying there. Apparently I was having contractions, which is completely normal I guess. The worry-some part of it was that about ever 2-3 times I would have one babies heart rate would decelerate. Therefor starting my time over. Long story short, I was there very close to 4hours straight until they determined that I would be OK to go home. I now however have to go back bi-weekly for stress tests, this is until either labor or until Dr. O decides otherwise. The best part about this test though...listening for 4 hours to my baby swim around and play in my belly. He H.A.T.E.S those monitors and it was slightly funny how many times he literally pushed them out of place!

Don't get me wrong, I am so glad that we are taking all precautions in this pregnancy, I just didn't really have time in my life to add a 1-2 hour test into my week. Oh well, it has to be done and so it will. My goal this week: limit the stress. If 'it' doesn't get crossed off my to-do list then life will still go on and be OK.......

Other than the above mentioned story things are going so well for us right now.
We have an accepted offer on a house, which I will tell all about as soon as we close for fear of jinxing things. I also had a baby shower on Saturday, which we will my next post so stay tuned!!!

The Fire

On January 15, 2012 life in the Jex house changed forever. 

Our house caught on fire. 

Here is the story:

I woke up at 5:00am to a weird noise above us, I asked Mike if he knew what the noise was. Our first thought was it was my dad getting ready to head to church meetings, because this would be a normal Sunday event. However after just a few seconds I sat straight up and told Mike that I thought we were being robbed. He Sat up and we listened for another second or so, the noise was getting louder and there was a lot of comotion going on up stairs. Suddenly we heard some popping sounds, and Mike jumped out of bed, grabbed his bat, and stated that he thought my dad was shooting someone. We both jumped up  that's when we smelled it, Mike shouted at me that the house was on fire, we threw some pj's on and swung open our bedroom door, only to see my mom running down the stairs to tell us to get out! We  ran up the stairs and out the door, when we got out side the front door we could see tons and tons of black smoke poring out of the roof and garage doors. We ran across the street and that is when the flames started to sore out of the garage doors. All 5 of us and shadow, that were in the house got out safely.

When we arrived outside there were about 5 people standing on our lawn, the Oakeys who live down the street, and their friends. They were standing there in swim wear and nothing else. They had been having an all night birthday hot tub party and could smell something weird and ran around our neighborhood trying to find where the smell was coming from. When they saw it was our house they called 911 and then started to knock on the front door and Morgans window(we didn't hear any of this because we were already running around). When we ran across the street we started pounding on our neighbors house, waking them up. Soon we had neighbors from all over our neighborhood standing across the street with us, watching as our house not so slowly was burning down. It seemed like forever until the fire trucks got to our home, and then it seemed like they did nothing. We all were sort of expecting a movie type scene, with lots of running around and water being sprayed from long yellow hoses. It was nothing like that.

after the fire was put out.

 What we didn't know is they were actually working, and hard. We didn't know it at the time but the back side of the house was worse off, and most of the commotion was going on back there. It took several hours before everything was out, people were kind enough to lend us blankets, coats, hats, gloves, etc because it was freezing out side. My parents, Mike and I stood on the sidewalk and watched for several hours. Morgan went to a neighbors home to get away from everything that was happening. Lots happened from between 7am-12pm, including us being able to go into the house to grab the necessities we would need for the next few days. That was crazy! I was not, and still am not able to go into the house due to all of the smoke fumes. I sat on the front lawn holding Shadow. The poor dog was having a MAJOR anxiety attack. We had several neighbors their helping us get what we needed out of the house, including food out of the fridge and freezers because the power had been cut during the fire. As a side note, as grateful as I am to have my husband, it is extremely funny to have a boy pack what he thinks you need. I came away with almost my entire sock drawer and no shirts. Love that boy!!!

what was remaining of dads truck.

 our neighborhood was so kind to us, several families took our laundry home to wash and dry it so we would have something to wear besides pj's. We are so grateful for each and every one of the people that served us that dreadful day!

the door from the house, going into the garage.

 There was a lot of damage done because of the fire. The entire garage burned entirely, along with everything single thing in it. The back garage door, leading to the backyard had burned off, sending the fire up the house and into the attic. The siding on the house is ruined as well as the roof and all the brick on the home. When the firemen got into the house they needed to see if the fire was up in the attic in the house, so they had to rip down the ceiling in the bathroom, laundry room, and dining room.We have been told that the fire started on the extension cord plugged into my dads truck. We don't know for sure, and never will.

laundry room ceiling

1/2 bathroom in the back of the house.

dining room ceiling/wall

back of the house.

We have been living in a hotel downtown for the past two weeks. Life has been crazy, we have had to get the house packed up with items needed for the next several months, all of our fabric items got shipped off to Boise to be cleaned, and the restoration company has been boxing up the remaining items in our home to be taken to their warehouse to be cleaned and stored until we can get into a rental home. The back half of the house through the garage will have to be demolished, the entire upper level of the house will have to be taken down to the studs and rebuilt, and the basement is still in debate. The basement for sure will need new paint, and carpet; but depending on the electrical wires, wither they got to a certain degree or not will determine if the basement has to go down to the studs or not. 

We have been told that we will not be able to live in our home again until July or August, so we have a long road a head of us. What a way to start 2012, right? We are grateful to our Father in Heaven for allowing us to get out safely, and for the majority of our home to be untouched by fire. We have a lot to be sad about right now, and have all had our moments/days but we also have a lot to be thankful for! We are trying to stay positive, but it may not always happen. I will keep you updated as we go along in this journey.

Well the time has come, I need to do this.

Last Tuesday the 16th of Aug 2011 was one year since the passing of our little Carter.



Carters grave August 16, 2011



It was a day, or more like a night. a night from Hell.

It all started Monday late evening, we had just left our good friends the Walkers home, Mike and I were talking about the evening. We had been to see "The Bodies" at the Museum. It was a lot of fun, and we both enjoyed ourselves. On our way home that evening though I could start to feel some anxiety building, and I even made the comment to Mike that I felt as if I needed to cry. We got home and got ready for bed, said our prayers, and I lost it. I silently cried for just a few moments there in the dark, so silent in fact that Mike had no idea.

I woke up Tuesday morning feel OK but not great, the anxiety had only gotten worse as I slept.

I went to work and had a fairly good day. I held it together, although my eyes waters a few times. Mike had a small bouquet of garden flowers delivered to my office, which helped to brighten my day. After we both got home from work we ate and then were of to mutual. We both did well, even having a little fun. However the anxiety I was feeling was only starting to bubble. We got home from mutual and headed out to the cemetery. It was just the two of us, and it was beautiful. We stood around the headstone for a while, still both holding it together very well. All of a sudden the anxiety had hit it's limit, and like a volcano I was erupting. The pressure was off of my chest and the nears flowed like a river. Mike held me as I sobbed for several minutes. I would guess we stood there for 10 minutes just crying. I couldn't control myself, it was like I was reliving that horrible day in the hospital. I couldn't handle it, every time I closed my eyes I went straight back to that day, to those awful moments and un-wanted memories. It hurt and still does. It got to be a nightmare, Mike was literally having to hold me up, I felt as if I was passing out. I was shaking, I couldn't breath. It was seriously the worst. My heart ached for what we had gone through a year ago, I longed for this little person whom I was not able to have in my physical life anymore. I so desperately wanted to just be back in the hospital, smelling him, holding him, loving him, kissing him. I wanted to be a family of 3 again. Physically. I was done. We had to leave, and we did. Mike and I were able to calm myself down enough to make it home with only silent tear streaming. We got home, I relaxed in the bath and headed for bed.

I never want to re-due that day again. It was horrible. A true living nightmare.

I miss my little baby, I don't see that ever changing. Life has changed and so have we.

This past year has been quite the journey for the two of us. We have had some adventures, some roadblocks, some good times, as well as some bad. We have grown. We have conquered. We have lived. We have gain some really close friends. We have come to savor the little things. We so appreciate everything little children offer, and have been blessed to have so many little people come into our lives this past year.

But best of all, we have come to TRUELY appreciate our blessing AS WELL AS our trials. We have come closer to Christ, and rely on Him for all that we do. For those things I am grateful.

Someday we will get to see this little angel again, and what a day it will be! We both can not wait!

We Love you Carter!!! We miss you! Forever and Always!

Thank You to all who have send cards, flowers, who have called or texted, who have sent your love and support and who have been there and let us know that you are still thinking about us.

We SO appreciate and love you all!!!!

Not to be a party pooper...

But today, well more like this past hour has been one of those kinds of days. And I don't mean to complain, or use this as a let out to my issue...but since it's mine I will for right now.

::I am struggling with my emotions

::I am struggling with certain people in my life, although I still do and always will love them

::I am struggling with the thought of having no anxiety meds to rain me in

::I am struggling not having my child here

::I am struggling with not having, or not using my filter

::I am struggling with my attitude.

::I am struggling, with but also am happy for so many people around me

::I am struggling with thinking my life has hit pause, while others are in fast forward mod

::I am struggling to not be addicted to the computer, and am failing.

::I am struggling with my job, but not necessarily the people

::I am struggling, or more like just having a moment in life

There. That is it. I hope. I'm done. Life is going to move on, people are going to keep moving forward, life isn't going to ever be the same, blah. I'll get over it, promise.

Tomorrow is a new day, and a new me.

{On a happier note, Saturday I am throwing a BIG baby shower to two lovely ladies in my life, who are more like sistas to me!! Can't wait to show you all the work I have done!}