Jody was born on 30th June 2006 at 9:15pm on a Friday. A wee girl a little sister for my wee boy Connor who was almost 3 years old. Perfect! Jody was healthy and gorgeous. The whole family fell in love with her. Connor loved his baby sister so very much. He had a friend. She was so cute, she won a local "Bonnie Baby", competition at 6 weeks old. I breast fed her and she grew and got more pretty. She was never sick. I was so happy. All I wanted to do was show off my perfect family. She smiled so much. Anyone who saw her instantly cheered up. She made everyone so happy. Then one day it all changed. A day I had never before imagined. Her tiny heart stopped beating and my heart broke. I fed Jody and put her to sleep the night before, I fell asleep on a bed not a foot away. She woke early and I fed her until she dosed off. I was still tired too, so I lay back down. I was the one who woke next that morning, only a couple of hours later. I looked down to see Jody and I knew she was gone. The "light", wasn't there anymore. I picked her up and tried so hard, in vain to help her. I wanted her to open her eyes, to cry, something! But there was nothing. My baby had died. My hurt was unimaginable. A pain I never knew could even exist. I was trying so hard to wake her, but I knew it was to late. The ambulance came and tried, then the doctors tried. More than an hour had past and there was no sign of her coming back to us.