February 7th, 2011

Our last day as a family of four. I remember the night of February 7th vividly. I left work at 4 to go get Adrian and Ainslee from our daycare provider's home. When I got there I was so happy to see my smiley boy and sweet baby girl. I got them loaded up into my car and thought I would run through Chick-Fil-A for dinner. Travis was working late that night until 7 and wouldn't be home until about 7:30. We picked up dinner and headed home just the three of us. I was talking to one of my friends telling her how busy but wonderful life was with these two.

As we got home and situated, I had Adrian in his high chair eating. And I had Ainslee in my arms feeding her a bottle. She seemed a little cranky and I figured she was sleepy. At 7 I rocked her briefly to get her to sleep and laid her down in her crib. I then tended to Adrian and got him ready for bed while Travis was on his way home. We put Adrian to bed and sat on the couch to watch our shows. I always would check the monitor and go look in on Ainslee when she was sleeping. She was peaceful. It got time for us to go to bed and I thought Ainslee was sleeping a long time. I didn't expect her to go to sleep so early. Travis didn't get to spend any time with her that night. I decided to go sleep in our bed while she kept sleeping in her own bed. She ended up waking up at 1 am ready to eat. I got her up and changed her diaper, fed her and got her back to bed. After she went back to bed, she must have fussed and Travis went in there and ended up sleeping in the guest bed that was next to her crib.

That was our last night together. The last night she slept in her crib. The last time I fed her because Travis would feed her the next morning. It was the last time I sat in the darkness with her watching her drink her bottle and the last time I would feel complete.

The next day would change everything...