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A Candle For Ashlynn And The Fight To Survive
I thought Id share my daughter's story with you all. My SBS survivor is Ashlynn Taylor.
I had Ashlynn until about 3:30PM the day of May 11th, 2012. I remember sitting outside with her in her bouncy seat, it was a wonderful day outside. The wind blew softly through her beautiful hair and little Kenadee happily played on her tricycle while I fed Ashlynn a bowl of squash and rice cereal. I gave her a bottle, cleaned her up and loaded her into her carseat. I clicked her into the car and I took off for Coy's house not knowing this was the last time I was going to see her a happy, normal baby girl. She had the sniffles, allergy season was abroad so when I arrived at Coy's house and he came down the stairs to get her, I told him that she may be getting a little cold and to keep an eye on it so and let me know if she gets worse over night. I would take her to the doctor if it got worse. He was going to keep her overnight so I could spend the day with Kenadee, her older sister. I took her to the park, we got ice cream and the day went great. We came home and Kenadee again played on her tricycle for most of the evening while I sat outside with the neighbors and my mother and we talked. It was getting late so I took Kenadee inside and gave her a bath.
It was around 11:20PM when I had gotten Kenadee out of the bathtub and I layed her down on her bath towel to get her dressed for bed. That was when the horror began. I heard the door knob twist, the child safety knob wobbled and the door opened. I looked up to see Coy with Ashlynn's carseat in his hand. He had the carseat turned away from me. He had the most wildest look in his eyes. I have never seen him look like that in my life. A twist of guilt, fear, shame and anger all flashed in his blue eyes at once. I asked him, "What are you doing?" There had to be something wrong with Ashlynn, he shouldn't have her out this late, I thought to myself. He replied stoically, "I don't know. But there is something wrong with Ashlynn." As he spoke, he sat the carseat down in front of me and then he handed me a burp cloth drenched in blood. "Here is her rag." A mother's worst nightmare was displayed in front of me. Ashlynn was blue, covered in a multitude of dark bruises. Her lips quivered as she gasped and...
I had Ashlynn until about 3:30PM the day of May 11th, 2012. I remember sitting outside with her in her bouncy seat, it was a wonderful day outside. The wind blew softly through her beautiful hair and little Kenadee happily played on her tricycle while I fed Ashlynn a bowl of squash and rice cereal. I gave her a bottle, cleaned her up and loaded her into her carseat. I clicked her into the car and I took off for Coy's house not knowing this was the last time I was going to see her a happy, normal baby girl. She had the sniffles, allergy season was abroad so when I arrived at Coy's house and he came down the stairs to get her, I told him that she may be getting a little cold and to keep an eye on it so and let me know if she gets worse over night. I would take her to the doctor if it got worse. He was going to keep her overnight so I could spend the day with Kenadee, her older sister. I took her to the park, we got ice cream and the day went great. We came home and Kenadee again played on her tricycle for most of the evening while I sat outside with the neighbors and my mother and we talked. It was getting late so I took Kenadee inside and gave her a bath.
It was around 11:20PM when I had gotten Kenadee out of the bathtub and I layed her down on her bath towel to get her dressed for bed. That was when the horror began. I heard the door knob twist, the child safety knob wobbled and the door opened. I looked up to see Coy with Ashlynn's carseat in his hand. He had the carseat turned away from me. He had the most wildest look in his eyes. I have never seen him look like that in my life. A twist of guilt, fear, shame and anger all flashed in his blue eyes at once. I asked him, "What are you doing?" There had to be something wrong with Ashlynn, he shouldn't have her out this late, I thought to myself. He replied stoically, "I don't know. But there is something wrong with Ashlynn." As he spoke, he sat the carseat down in front of me and then he handed me a burp cloth drenched in blood. "Here is her rag." A mother's worst nightmare was displayed in front of me. Ashlynn was blue, covered in a multitude of dark bruises. Her lips quivered as she gasped and...
