I was in my second trimester at 20 weeks during a normal check up when my OB told me that my baby had severe complications and I would need to see a specialist as soon as possible. I left that appointment completely heartbroken and in tears, but started praying as soon as we reached the car. Calling friends and family to pray for her as well. After seeing the specialist the next day I was told that this pregnancy would most likely lead to fetal demise and she only had a less than 10% survival rate as my placenta was barely providing for her and she had stopped growing, I had barely any amniotic fluid and she also had a condition called hydrops in both her lungs and heart that was severe. I went on bed rest that day was only allowed to get up to go to the specialist 3 times a week and got permission to go to church as I felt it was necessary. Week after week and appointment after appointment they would tell us the condition was not improving and it might be best to terminate and try again. I continued to pray. I did this for 4 weeks until at 24 weeks at an appointment the specialist told me I needed to be admitted as I had sever preeclampsia. She was still extremely small due to placenta issues and delivering early was not an option. Doctors told me that if she had any chance I would need to make it to 26 weeks and she would need to grow more as she was still under a pound, but if she did survive delivery she may die soon after. Pastor Frank came to the hospital and prayed over me and my baby. We prayed everyday as well as our friends and family. They gave the baby steroids to help her as much as possible and tried to manage the preeclampsia. I prayed everyday just to make it to 26 weeks. On the first day of my 26th week the specialist came in for my morning rounds and said the baby was fading and we would need to do an emergency c-section. She was out in less than 30 minutes after that morning visit and born 1 pound 4 ounces. The second she was born I had this feeling of peace. I can’t explain it. It was like God had told me she was going to be alright. She spent the first couple months fighting for her life. Flat lining once, having heart surgery and being on a ventilator. She had multiple other surgeries the first 6 months and stayed on oxygen and a monitor even after being allowed to come home after 3 months in the NICU. She is now 18 months and truly a gift from God.