In my husband’s first year of residency (aka never stop working), we discovered a surprise, we would be a family of four. My pregnancy started pretty normal, with morning sickness and tiredness. But at about 15 weeks, things started to take a shift. It started with bleeding that sent me to the ER and onto my knees praying for my unborn baby’s life. I remember feeling the strong need to pray for my baby’s life during this “almost” miscarriage. Little did I know, how much this baby would bring me to my knees in prayer.