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It started back in Sept. 2004. That's when we found out that we were expecting baby number 2. We were so excited that we ran next door to tell our neighbor. She was the first person we could find to tell. A few months later, on January 12th, we found out that she was to be our second daughter. This was exciting because we now knew the gender of the baby who would complete our family. So began the task of choosing her name. It was a bit difficult because we had alot of things to consider. Such as wanting it to be uncommon, but not too strange and easy to spell. 3 weeks before she was born, we decided on Cambri Danielle.
We had agreed to try for a natural delivery even though my first baby had been born via c-section. Medically I was a good candidate, but after 4 false labors, I agreed to a section. Scheduled for May 27,2005. Well with that date planned I relaxed, but Cambri had other plans. On Sat. May 21, 2005 I went to labor. Having a section planned, once it was determined that I was really in labor, it was time to go to the O.R. After a normal complication free section, Cambri was born at 9:17 p.m. weighing 8 pounds 13 ounces and 20 inches long. She had a head full of thick black hair. Our family had been completed.
Things were pretty normal. Other than a bit of reflux, she was your average baby. She slept through the night early. (Starting when she was only 3 1/2 months old.) We had adjusted to our expanded family, and we were all doing great. Everyone that ever met her remarked about how beautiful she was, and how sweet she was. She always smiled and cooed. Our lives were as close to perfect as they can be here on earth.
On Sunday September 25, 2005 I awoke to the sound of Cambri crying to announce breakfast time. So I got up and made her bottle. Shortly after, her older sister Darcy woke up followed by my husband. After a bit of talking, we decided to go to the store and do a bit of looking around. We played outside in the front yard, and Sunday was a normal day,........Until that night. At 8:30 p.m. I decided that it was time to wake her up for her last bottle of the day. This was how it usually went. Around this time of night, one of us would go wake her, and feed her and play for a few minutes before we all went to bed for the night. So, I went in to wake her up, and I checked to see if I saw her breathing, (I'm a bit of a worry wart) but I didn't. That wasn't too scary as sometimes it is difficult to see the tiny movements of an infant breathing; especially in semi darkness. I felt for her heartbeat, and she was completely still. S.I.D.S. had taken my little girl. Without warning or prejudice, it has taken way too many precious babies. I can only hope that some day they can find a reason and a cure so that no parents have to endure such a senseless loss.
It has been 10 months since that terrible night, and though I know that it will not always hurt this way, I also know that there will always be a hole in my heart that will only be occupied by the memory of my perfect little girl. My angel, Cambri Danielle.
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