This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Jaylie Guerrero who passed away on February 17, 2005 in Puerto Rico. We Will always have you in our hearts!          

         
                       
                                             

                                            
            


  JAYLIE WAS PRONOUNCED DEAD IN HER MOMMY'S BELLY ON THE 15TH AND THE DOCTORS HAD TO DO A C-SECTION ON THE 17TH.  PLEASE PEOPLE, DO NOT WRITE ANYTHING  ELSE BUT WHAT IT SAYS ON THE SITE CONDOLENCES AND TRIBUTES.  IF NOT YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED ON MY BABY'S SITE.


Our Precious little angel.  I wonder why each every day of my life!  I know I don't have the right to ask why, I know I have no right to wonder and demand answers but I still do.  With a pain in my heart that no words can describe every day that goes by, little by little my heart sheds a piece.  So many questions, so many thoughts, so many, so many, so many.  This is the story of  the most precious little angel GOD added to his beautiful heaven. 

It was back in August of 2004 that my mother told me my 17 year old was expecting a baby, Julie that's my 17 year old.  She lives in Puerto Rico with my mom and her boyfriend.  I live in Florida with my other kids.  I too was expecting my fourth child in August I was 3months.  Julie and my mom decided to come spend a month with me, due to some complications I was having.  Julie and I were inserparable, we ate all the time and talked about our babies and names.  When Hurricane Charley arrived the second day she was here, I protected her with my life.  I took all my kids to the bathroom and made sure they were safe, including and especially Julie, because I didn't want anything to happen to her or to her unborn baby.  My mom and Julie went back to Puerto Rico on September.  Julie and I would speak everyday on the phone to find out how our bellies were doing.  When I went into early labor in December, Julie would call me at the hospital and she and I would share our thoughts and plans.  I was scared though, I didn't think my baby was going to make it.  I was hospitalized for several weeks, I kept assuring my daughter she would be fine and that so would I.  On December 27th 2004 my baby was born premature at 29 weeks.  She was 4 pounds and 5 ozs.  Her name Leytsa Rianne Perez.  Perfect,  10 toes 10 fingers, pink skin, perfect just perfect.  She would have to spend 2 months in the NICU but that's ok I thought she was perfect.  Was breathing on her own and was just fine.  I couldn't believe it!  Julie was so happy, I remember her telling me, "That's no fair, I want mine already." I remember me telling her "NO, don't say that, you want to have yours when she is ready, not now, because then she has to stay in the hospital like mine".  We giggled and that was that.  On February 4th I got to bring my Leytsa home.  She was so precious, I couldn't believe I had another baby, another piece of me in my life.  I stared at her all night and did not want to put her down.  I kept checking her every minute.  I didn't sleep at all for several nights. 

One day Julie calls me scared and shaken, she had put her baby's crib together and I had to calm her down, she wasn't feeling very good about putting the crib up.  She told me how a friend of her's lost her baby at 30 something weeks due to an umbilical cord accident and how scared she was.  I told her and assured her not to think that way because if she kept thinking like that she was going to drive herself crazy.  I felt the comfort in my daughter's voice, she always feels better when she talks to me.  And that was that.  Valentine's day came, and I called my daughter to ask her what did her husband buy her, she was in school and I told her I would call her later.  I didn't, I fell asleep and awoke too late to call her.  The next day, I was napping with my baby Leytsa in my bed, with my cell phone next to me. My cell phone rang I didn't pick it up, I looked a the caller id and it was my uncle so I thought, I am too tired to speak to him right now, I'll call him later.  It rang again 2 minutes after, my cousin with the most dreadful words I have ever heard and that I will never forget..... "Lety, you have to be strong, Julie's baby didn't make it, she died".. She doesn't know this but that day she took and ripped my heart to shreds, she killed me.  I hung up on her immediatly and called my mother faster than lighting.  NO answer, I called everyone in Puerto Rico, No answer!  My world started to spin, my eyes went to the back of my head, my heart stopped, and boom to the floor I went, I fell on my knees and screamed from the top of my lungs, NO! NO! NO! not my baby, not her.  I wanted to grow wings and fly to her, I felt her pain instantly, I felt an aching burning fire all over my body.  I could feel Julie, screaming I could feel her calling for me and I couldn't do anything at all!  I grabbed my chest and cried until I heard baby Leytsa cry, I picked her up and when I saw how she looked at me, I thought, NO! this could not be happening! It felt so surreal, I said no, there has to be a mistake.  When I finally got through my daughter's cell phone and I heard her voice pick up the phone I froze I did not have words.  What do you say to your daughter just when she looses her child, what do you say, someone tell me, what do you say, I wasn't even there to atleast give her a hug, and hold her as long as she wanted to cry.  My mom took the phone and confirmed my greatest fear, it was true, baby Jaylie had gone to heaven.  The umbilical cord had knotted and oxygen and nutrients were not getting to her.  That is the scientific reason, but we all know, that God wanted his angel, and borrowed her.  My daughter Julie needed me, I could feel her, I felt her crying, I felt everything she felt in my bones.  I packed a couple of clothes I called my sister to watch Leytsa for me for two days, and I took the first flight to Puerto Rico.  When I saw my baby with no belly I wanted to die, I didn't know what to say or do, all I did was open my arms and say "Momma's here". She looked so swollen, so in pain body and soul.  We slept together in the same bed and I held her all night, and when she fell asleep I cried myself to sleep.  The next day my mom gave me the details of how beautiful Jaylie looked, how perfect she was, and that all my mom kept thinking was "Wake up, baby Jaylie, Wake up". But she didn't, she was with God. 

I look at Leytsa everyday and I see Jaylie in her eyes. 

Baby Jaylie if you could here me, please ask God to let you come back to mommy, she needs you so much!  I love you and so do all of the family, please please come back to us..