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This isn't my story it's some chicks!

I got pregnant for the first time 2 years ago. Me and my husband rejoiced to what felt like no end.

About a month later I had my first ultrasound done to find out we had triplets! We were so excited to have our whole family come at once! We laughed and cried and called everyone in our family phone book.

I had another ultrasound done when I was about four months. We were dying to know the sexes. We begged the doctor to look at the babies to find out what gender they were, and our results came to 2 girls and a boy. My husband was really looking forward to having 2 little princesses to walk down the aisle, but he was proud to be expecting a little linebacker too.

I delivered on February 14, 2006 at 4:35 a.m by C- Section. My pink little bundles of joy were sent to the NICU for there 6 week prematurity. Our son was Parker Isaac. Isaac was his middle name after my Father, and Parker was just a name we absolutely loved. Our little girls were Liliana Marie and Kaila Maeve. Liliana was named after me, Maeve is my husbands grandmother who came here from Ireland.

I was healthy, the babies were healthy, and they came home after a month in the hospital. Parker was still only 4 lb. 8 oz., so he was still really tiny, and the girls were 5 lbs. 1 oz. and 4 lbs. 1 oz.

Lily and Parker were sitting in their playroom stacking blocks when Lily toppled over on top of her pile of blocks. She hit her head leaving a nasty bruise.

She still had it after 2 months, so I got suspicious enough to take her to the doctor. They took a blood sample and tested in the lab. Thats when they told me- " Mrs. Lolara, I am afraid that Lily has Leukemia.

I cried for hours and cuddle my daughter so tight all night long. They told me she would live much longer, so I thought I should make the moment last. We went on vacation, took them to the carnival, and much more. One day Lily stopped breathing, and we rushed her to the hospital. She was on a ventilator for 2 weeks, hoping to stabilize her lungs. The doctor told us that she wasn't going to get better. They said that the cancer had progressed immensely for such a tiny body. We decided to wait 4 more days to see if time was all we needed. It wasn't enough to pull her through. It was December 24th, 2006, when poor little Lily passed away.