This story is a very special one to me, and I felt that it was so important to share. It is a very complex story filled with losses throughout Kelly’s life. In order for readers to really absorb every detail, I have decided to break up Kelly’s life story into sections, which will eventually lead up to her present life. Trust me, there IS a happy ending here, but it comes with much loss and heartache. I began sharing her story in Part 1, so if you missed the previous parts of the story, I recommend you go and read them before starting this one. I hope that you will follow through the 7 days so that you can see how her story unfolds and where she is now. Here we go with Part 5 of 7…
Author: Kelly Lynn
Fast forward to 2012. I had moved to San Antonio in 2010 and fell in love with all that it had to offer. I still love it to this day. I only miss the white sandy beaches of Destin. These beaches in Texas are no match for that white sand and crystal-clear blue-green water in Destin. I was dating a guy who was very emotional and mentally abusive. While he never laid a hand on me, he was very violent around the house, breaking pictures, flipping over couches and other furniture, and saying some of the most hateful things to me that anyone could hear.
We ended up breaking up in June, and by middle of July, I found out that I was pregnant. So now, I’m thinking I’m finally going to get the baby I’ve always dreamed of, the one God has chosen for me. Again, faith slips in, and I start thanking Him for what He has brought into my life, even from this troubled person who I had been dating. When I told my ex that I was pregnant, he was excited, and for a split second, for a short moment, he seemed to be “normal” again; and I assumed that meant we were getting back together. I had accepted a job in Colorado, and we both moved up there. Again, here is me thinking we were back together. He just left Texas, where his entire family is, and he was coming with me to start a new life as a couple and to welcome our baby. I don’t really need to go into details of the next few months, because even as I write this, tears are streaming down my face because the pain that I endured physically, mentally, and emotionally are too extreme for words. All I was trying to do was what I thought was best for my baby, for him, and for myself. But it only caused pain. I was dealing with a rough pregnancy, and I was having a lot of health problems.
Our baby girl was born on March 15th, 2013, and she shortly passed away after birth. She was 2 weeks overdue, and when she was born, she had a lot of problems with her lungs. She passed away from what is called Meconium Aspiration Syndrome. To depict how heartbreaking this was for me, even more so, was the fact that the father was nowhere to be found. He had left me at the hospital all alone. By the time I was released and went home, he had packed up and moved out and said this was too much for him to handle. TOO MUCH FOR HIM? Are you serious? A time like this, we needed each other. We needed to support one another and try to mend our hearts and handle the loss together. The pain was too much to bear alone, so I moved back to San Antonio where I could be surround by friends and framily (yes FRAMILY – friends that ARE chosen family).
Loss #5, the death of my second child, but this one was one I held in my arms for a moment in time and she was ripped away from me just like that.
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