
| Tyler arrived via C-section on October 8, 2001 weighing a whopping 9 pounds 5 ounces. From that day, our life was great - filled with joy, happiness and the usual bumps with having an infant and toddler. Tyler was a great baby; he was happy, playful, ate everything that he was given and had a doting sister. He had my mother's blue eyes and father's red hair. On July 29, 2002 our family suffered a horrible tragedy. Todd and I had a routine that included me taking Tyler to my mother's house while I worked and Todd took Emily to daycare. Our week was shortened because we were all flying to New Orleans for my sister's wedding later in the week and we were feeling rushed and pressured to get done. I gave my mom the day off since she was preparing for New Orleans as well, and asked Todd to take Tyler to our back-up sitter's house because she lived closer to Todd's office. He agreed. Emily and I kissed our "boys" good-bye and I took Emily to daycare and proceeded to work. | ![]() |
