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My name is Kierra Ashlyn Schreiber, I am 3 years old and I am handicapped. I was not always this way and this is what happened to me. I was born on June 18, 2007 as a happy and healthy little girl to my parents Christy & Frank . 

I was loved by everyone and Mommy was so happy to finally have a little girl. I used to be petite and Mommy called me little pixie cause my hair had points.  

My favorite things to do were sitting in my vibrating chair and being in my swing. I could do everything all the other babies could do. I was so smart I could even say ma-ma at 4 months old.

I had to have my camo blankie (it was so soft) and my binky to take a nap. My favorite toy was a purple butterfly that had wings that made crinkle noises. 

My brothers were my best friends and I had lots of fun playing with them. In Jan 2008 my Daddy had to go to a place called Korea that is far away because he is in the Air Force. (This picture was taken the morning we took Daddy to the airport, the last time he saw me)

While my Daddy was gone I started to wave and say Da-da I talked to him on the webcam and Mommy made some videos of me. My Daddy left on Jan 3rd and on Jan 31st my Mommy had to take me to the hospital because I kept vomiting when we got there the doctors decided I need to stay, and I was admitted.  I didn’t like being in the hospital, but my Mommy stayed by my side.  And with Daddy gone she had to go back and forth between me and my brothers. Lucky for us we had great friends to help out. 

 I was at the hospital for a week they couldn't figure out what was causing the vomiting and then I got something called a fever, it made me upset and I screamed and would not sleep.

On the early morning of February 9^th Mommy was called to come back to the hospital immediately, she was told that my heart had stopped and the doctors were working on me. My Mommy and two of her friends arrived at the hospital to find me in a very delicate position.  They told Mommy that my tiny heart had stopped and I had been without oxygen for over 20 minutes. Mommy didn’t know how to react, there were lots of people around me and I had so many tubes coming out of me. I was on a ventilator and not moving. She wanted Daddy to be with us so her military friends called the red cross and he got to fly home.

When I opened my eyes a few days later,I knew something was different I couldn't talk or move my legs and I was in a scary place with lots of tubes. There was not a lot of hope for me and Mommy & Daddy were very sad. Lots of people came to visit me while I was in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit). This was the first time any of my grandparents met me, they all flew from MD to see me after my heart stopped. When the day came to take me off the ventilator I showed everyone I’m a fighter because as soon as they took the tube out I took a huge breath on my own. I didn't know how to suck a bottle anymore and I had to get a tube put in my belly to eat. Finally after 6 weeks I got to go home.

because the nerves in my eyes got damaged and I now have something called CVI (cortical vision impairment). I started seeing a lady from the foundation for blind children. I can’t see as well as my other friends, things look fuzzy to me so I had to get glasses, Mommy tells me I look really smart and pretty. We  had to get a special stroller so Mommy could push me around with all my medical equipment.  I started going to therapy soon after I came home and I have been going for the past 2 years. Each day I get a little better at doing things.

My 3^rd birthday just past and Mommy is talking to me about getting a van that will help me get in and out with my wheelchair. I am getting to be a big girl, and it is hard for Mommy to get me in and out of the van.  Mommy says the van is going to cost lots of money  but she is going to do fundraisers and anything she can to help us raise the money we need.I know I have a long road ahead of me,but I’m going to keep on fighting. I hope you will help me and Mommy.