My name is Lila. Mother of 5 precious children, two healthy boys ages 9 & 7, two back to back miscarried angels and my sweet Teyve “Tay-via”. Teyve was a sudden, tragic loss at the end of a healthy, full-term pregnancy, 2 days before her scheduled delivery. Donations will go towards medical expenses, a gift for Teyve’s phenomenal nursing staff, and a memorial trip to spread her ashes across the beautiful state of Montana. If you feel lead to donate. Even if it just $5, it would be a blessing towards her. We created a Venmo as well @Lila-Mulkey-1.

If you are unable to donate, please share Teyve’s story with all you know. God bless.

Here’s her story:

Two days before her scheduled c-section my husband and I went to our last appointment for the pre-op check up. We were excited and anxious to see our precious Rainbow Baby after two back to back miscarriages. Time couldn’t go by fast enough. My doctor offered a “Just for fun” quick ultrasound. “To see her sweet face and see if she’s head down like expected” she said. But then right away we could tell something wasn’t right. My doctor was silent as she noticed the lack of a heartbeat. She tried her best to stay calm and silently repositioned the doppler around my belly. In my increasing panic, I asked for the fetal heartbeat doppler. Nothing. No heartbeat, no movement.

Teyve was a very active baby the entire pregnancy. Her very first ultrasound brought me overwhelming joy when I saw her twirling healthfully, and freely at 12 weeks, unlike her two previous siblings that were lost 2 years prior.

She was our Rainbow Baby. Our miracle. Now she was gone with no indication of why or how. I had zero pain, zero contractions, my water had not broken... my doctor was shocked. She directed us to the hospital where we had another ultrasound. This time more high tech. I laid there with my husband holding me as I prayed for her to move. “This cannot be happening” “Please God, no.” Over and over. Nothing.

After that everything spun out of control. We obliviously had eaten lunch right before the scheduled doctor’s appointment. And now had to wait for my early emergency c-section till the following morning because I needed an empty stomach.

That night my two sons came to the hospital, where we had to tell them that their baby sister was gone. Their hearts broke with us and their minds spun into a sea of confusion out of nowhere. Especially my 7 year old who had been counting down the days for his sisters birth. Each day he would tell me the new number with so much joy. He started the count down at 53 days left. My 9 year old was shattered as well. He too was counting the days and told anyone and everyone of her name and soon to be arrival.

We only had two days left till she was to be born. They were so happy to gain a sister in a household of boys.

The next morning came and my doctor delivered our precious girl while I was fully unconscious via c-section.

When I was finally out of recovery my husband and I asked for our sweet Teyve. She was brought to us wrapped in her “sunrise colored” blanket of sweet pinks and oranges. The blanket I had crocheted her months earlier. The nurses lovingly dressed her in a light yellow, frilly dress and cream cap (Her originally planned, going home outfit) that my brother brought the night before the C-section.

I was terrified to look at her at first. I knew once I saw her it would all become too real. I turned my face away as she was being handed to me. But when the nurse had carefully placed her in my arms I turned to see her. We were astonished by her beauty. She was absolutely perfect. Dark brown hair, blonde eyelashes, blonde brows, button nose and a tiny clef in her chin. She was so still. No warmth, no movement. No life inside her. We were shattered.

We spent the rest of the time holding her, caressing her, and kissing her. Her daddy and I tried our best to take a lifetime of photos to remember her every detail. I kissed her face, every finger and every toe, the palms of her hands and soles of her feet. We took notes in my phone describing what we saw in her. Family genetics, time stamps and thoughts we had of her.

Her daddy was destroyed inside. He had always wanted a girl. Months earlier he was so filled with joy over her gender reveal ultrasound he cried tears of joy with me.

Now he had to hold his sweet baby girl with all of his future dreams crashing to the ground. He will “Never be able to have daddy daughter dates” he cried “Never dance with her, or walk her down the isle” He was devastated.

Later, I held her through the night with her little hand on my finger. She looked asleep. Nurses kept changing out cold packs inside her blanket to keep her cool.

The next morning her daddy decided he wanted to dance with her. He silently and frantically searched for a song on Spotify. He couldn’t find one. He asked me to look. I then googled songs for anything that might fit the moment we needed him to have with her. Right away I came across a song by Michael Bolton called “Fathers and Daughters” I had never heard of the song. I opened the lyrics first and carefully read them to myself. This moment had to be right. After reading them, I told him “I think I found one, but I had never heard it.”

My husband stood there shirtless with his baby girl against his chest. I started to play the song from his phone, while I tried my best to record the moment from mine. It was the perfect song.

He swayed her back and forth slowly while he broke down into her. I have never seen a more heartbreaking sight.

In the course of everything we were able to spend 20 hours with our precious daughter.

This fund raiser is merely a prayer for help with the medical bills and modest memorial we wish to have for her. The funeral home is covering all costs for her cremation and urn through a special foundation for tragedies like these. We are internally grateful for them.

In the end the nurses at the hospital were able to take casts of her little foot and hand, obtain a couple locks of hair, and make prints of her hands and feet. They were so compassionate and caring. We would like to thank them in some way. They were with us through the most difficult time of our lives. I don’t know how they can survive what they see and experience on a day to day basis. We are hoping to send a large bouquet of flowers for the nurses station and a gift basket full of items to make their jobs a little easier. I’m planning on hand writing thank you letters to each of them. We made sure to write down their names before we left to remember each one individually and the kind acts we witnessed.

As for Teyve, we want to spread her ashes at a few locations that hold significance to her father and I. Along with places that we would of wanted her to see and experience. This would involve traveling a loop around the state of Montana. Along the way we wish to visit my husbands family who wasn’t able to come see her in the short time we had with her. They live on the East side of the state and we live on the West. It takes over 8 hours to get to them if you drive straight through.

My husband is the only source of income to our family of 5. Not mentioned earlier, we obtained legal kinship guardianship over my youngest brother 7 years ago. Making us a household with 3 children, all boys. My husband works and has worked constantly even through the pandemic. He has always made it barely financially possible for myself to be a stay at home mom and homeschool our two boys and my brother. But now we face medical bills that brought us home without our daughter... we are hoping the compassion we saw in our nurses will also be found elsewhere to help us afford the medical bills, a worthy gift to our nurses and memorial for Teyve. Please anything is a blessing. God bless you and thank you for hearing our story. Here are a few photos of our gorgeous daughter Teyve.