I was so excited when I found out I was pregnant. I even told a few of my closest friends. A couple of weeks went by and I started showing signs of miscarriage. I was heartbroken. Lab numbers came back that in studies have shown to lead to miscarriage over 95% of the time. Only time would tell. I went in for an ultrasound fully expecting to hear the worst news. But, there was a heartbeat and a tiny fetal pole. So we'd have to wait and see how things would go. Next couple visits/ultrasounds showed she was running out of room in her unusually small gestational sac. Again studies showed that in over 95% of the cases like this a miscarriage followed. For the second time I found myself mourning the loss of my baby. This along with other bad signs had been there this whole pregnancy. It was an unbearable time. Then slowly week after week things started looking better. I had feared the worst but prayed continually that she would be my miracle. She is. I prayed that if this could just be my miracle....I would tell everyone about my faith in miracles and in a loving Heavenly Father who knows us and hears our prayers. So that's exactly what I'll do. Emerson...against all odds...is my miracle. I'm so grateful to a loving Heavenly Father who gave her to me. I don't know that I deserve her but I'll try hard to be worthy of this gift.