After losing my daughter Cooper (My Badoo) 2 years ago I shut myself off from the rest of the world, and probably would have stayed there if it wasn't for a friend who one day called me and told me it was time to get out of my jammies and meet her outside (Thanks Michelle!!). Although I think pajamas are everyday attire and would wear them just about anywhere it was time to brush my hair and put on something that wasn't flannel and had a zipper instead of drawstrings . I realized that I needed to pull myself together for my family. They needed me now more than ever. In an attempt to regain as much of my sanity as possible and be able to get through each day I began looking for ways to keep myself busy. It began with a baby shower for a friend...I was asked to make a diaper cake as I had made one for my sister a year earlier, even though all things baby would send me in to a puddle of tears I agreed. My thought was every baby should be celebrated and being a part of that would do me some good. The cake turned out great and the admiration of my friends and family was really helping. As more requests came for diaper cakes I started getting excited. I was making something special to celebrate something even more special. I began making so many diaper cakes it was hard to keep up at first and then got the idea of selling them and donating some of the money to the Hospital that tried so hard to save my little girl. It gave me a sense of purpose.
Another bereaved Mother contacted me after seeing Cooper's video on youtube(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWaK_Ee4fTE) and wanted to do something special...She wrote Cooper's name in the sand at sunset at Burns Beach off the coast of Western Australia. A Beautiful Place for a Beautiful Spirit.... 
