I always knew that babies were miracles but I naively thought that the miracle of becoming pregnant would be the hard part. Now I know that the miracle of growing a healthy baby can sometimes be the hard part. Getting unexpected news that doctors were concerned turned our world of naive bliss into instant fear of the unknown. As I now rest my body to become stronger and ready for delivery in a few months, I have both the good days and the bad days. The days of feeling like my body has failed our daughter and that maybe my womb is not the safest place for her to grow. But then I have the good days that remind me that my body is the only body that is right and perfect for our daughter to live inside. My lungs breathing air into hers, my heartbeat sustaining the both of us, my hips carrying the weight of her stretching body. Our daughter is already so fiercely herself. I cannot wait to meet her and look into her eyes and know that I indeed did not fail but was victorious in perfectly growing her and her soul. We are so grateful for the prayers and support from our village and know that a healthy baby girl will soon make our world so much sweeter.