In February of 2009, I became pregnant. Again. I was not happy and I wondered whether I could survive the heartache that was to come. I was certain I would not, as life was no longer worth that pain. I had already struggled with depression and the pregnancy was no help. Then something happened. For the first time, we heard a heartbeat. Nothing had ever sounded so beautiful and as the weeks turned into months, my life slowly began to change. Analiese, which means Grace in French, was born that October, three weeks early at 7 pounds 15 ounces.
