Well Spring is finally here so it means its time to clean out all of the closets. But before anyone throws anything away this year make sure to check and see if what you intend to throw away doesn't have any value to it. I have seen a lot of history end up in the trash when I was a child and I hate to see that happen now as an adult. Please make sure everyone checks the batteries in all smoke detectors in the house. If you don't have one please contact your nearest fire department; they are willing to give you one free and will even install them for you if you can not do so yourself. This should be on everyone's must list.

For those of you who go out to all the cemeteries to document them and take pictures; please take extra precaution with you; the mosquito are bigger and hungrier this year and plus this is the season that snakes come out and about. Also try to take someone with you on these trips. There is no telling what can happen in a cemetery.

If anyone plans on taking a vacation this year, I would like to recommend taking it in Louisiana. Louisiana has so much to offer anyone. You can find all kinds of history in every little town in Louisiana. You don't have to go to big cities to find it. I, myself, plan on taking my family down south (Houma /Baton Rouge/ St. Francisville area) this summer. I want my children to learn how life was on a real plantation. I think this will be a great learning experience for us all.

My youngest child Alex was born five years ago, and since he was my fourth child my husband and I decided not to have any more children. This being said, just two months after the birth of Alex I had my tubes burnt and clipped (and whatever else the Doctor did to them). For the last five years I have had no problems; until recently.

The last part of August; just before Hurricane Gustav hit I was laying on my bed talking to Alex. He told me something that blew my mind away. His exact words to me was, "Momma when daddy gets home, you two are going to have sex and you are going to get pregnant. And Momma it's going to be a girl." So I told him he couldn't watch Family Guy anymore and besides if I did have a baby then he wouldn't be the baby anymore. So he says oh never mind you can't have sex. Since I knew I had my tubes fixed I knew what he was saying couldn't happen.

Around October 9th I started getting worried. I usually write down in my calendar when my "friend" would show up and how long my "friend" stayed but this time I forgot. So on October 9th I asked my husband does he know when the last time my "friend" came and he said he doesn't remember. I told my husband that I know I couldn't be pregnant because of the my procedure and that I am probably just stressed out.

October 12 I woke up early and started cleaning the house. I was excited because I thought my husband was coming home today (he works offshore); but I got my days messed up. I sat down in the living room with the kids and started watching ET. My right side started hurting while the movie was on. But I thought nothing of it. After the movie went off the kids started making their dad a welcome home poster. At one point I got up from where I was sitting and went to the bathroom. By this time the pain I was having intensified. AJ (My oldest son) comes in to complain about Alex and I told him that I didn't want to hear it. When he looks at me he sees that I am crying. He asks my if I was ok and I just say I'll be ok, it just hurts. Then I tell him to run and get me a trash can. So at this point I am thinking the food I ate just 30 minutes before is making me sick.

Shortly afterwards I tell my son to run some hot water in the tub. I'm thinking well hot water will make it better. I get in and five minutes later I am telling him to call his dad. He calls his dad and I tell him what kind of pains I was having so he tells me he will call me back. He calls his mom (she's a CNA) then calls me back and tells me she is on her way. When she gets to my house I am laying on my bed curled up in a fetal position because I am hurting so bad. My husband calls back and she tells him that I need to go to the hospital. This is around 1 PM. On the way to the hospital she tells me that it sounds like I have a bad case of GAS. But once we get to the hospital she tells the nurse that I might be having a miscarriage.

I told her about my procedure that I had five years previous and that I do not know if I am pregnant or not. So she gives me a pregnancy test. Test results are fast now-a-days so the results were almost instant. The outcome: PREGNANT. I cried my eyes out. Here I am in the hospital Emergency Room all alone crying (my mother-in-law had to stay with my children). The ER Doctor sent me upstairs to OB-GYN to meet with the doctor up there. He did an ultrasound on me to see if the baby was where it should have been (in the uterus) but did not see any baby. He sends me back down to the ER Department and said as soon as my blood test results come back and can move forward. By this time the pain has double from what it was when I arrived. I asked the ER doctor if I could have a bed so I can lay down. The pain started to shoot up my right arm as well as my right side.

I told this to the doctor so he obviously took it seriously because he called for the OB-GYN doctor to come down to ER. The test results came back and said that I was 2 months along and that the baby should have been normal size. By now it is around 5 PM and things are starting to get worse. The doctor informed me that I had three choices. 1 have emergency surgery and have both my tubes removed, 2 take a pill and end the pregnancy, or 3 do nothing and hope it resolves itself. I took option 1 because I wanted the pain to stop. I signed all the paperwork that I was asked to sign for the surgery and was informed that it will take the surgery team at least 25 minutes to get to the hospital.

I was able to talk to my husband and tell him what was about to happen, and my mother-in-law was informed and I told her to go ahead and take the kids home to get them fed and that I will be ok. Another doctor came in and told me what he was going to do to put me to sleep for the surgery and ask the usual questions. Shortly after he left a male nurse introduced himself and told me he was about to wheel me up to surgery. It's about 6:30 PM. When I get to the surgery room another nurse informs that I will have to take my wedding band off or they will have to cut it off, so after a little nuddging at I was able to get it off. The nurse then informed that after the surgery she will put it back on my finger for me.

When I woke up I was a little dazed and confused because I did not know where I was. The male nurse that had took me to surgery was in the room and I asked him how long I was there and he said for 45 minutes and that in 10 more minutes he will take me to my room. After I got to my room I called my Mother-In-Law to ask about the kids and told her I was in my room and what room number I was in. Five minutes later she showed up. The doctor that did my surgery came in to check on me and to let me know how the surgery went. He told me that the reason I was in so much pain besides having a baby inside of my tubes, but my tubes actually ruptured and that I was bleeding on the inside. The doctor said I had lost 500 cc's of blood. I don't know if that's a lot but it sure does sound like it.

About  10 PM the door to my room opened. To my surprise it was my husband. His work had let him get on the first flight off the barge.  My husband took care of me the whole time I was told to stay off my feet.  Alex asked me why the baby couldn't come home when I did and I almost cried. I sat him down and told him that "she" wasn't meant to born and that she was in heaven with the Angels. So he says "I know Angel is an Angel, she was following me around the house today." I had to go in the bathroom and cry because I didn't want him to see me cry. I cried everyday for almost two weeks when no one was around.

I had a dream about my dead Grandmother and my dead Aunt. In the dream my Aunt was holding a baby and she told me not to worry about anything. Everything is going to be ok.

What I don't understand is how I ended up pregnant five years after having a tubal? What lesson am I suppose to learn from this? Am I suppose to do something special now? How does a person really find out the meaning to unexplained things such as this? How is it that some small children know things before it actually happens? Where do I go from here? Could things get better or are they going to get worse? I would have loved to have been able to save the baby, but I guess God had better plans. I just wish I could have seen her and held her just for a little while.

Angel I love you and will miss you dearly. I can't wait to be reunited with you in heaven.