Everyone was so happy that they started hugging me and my husband. I was so blessed; as a result, I cried. I had a boy, our first baby boy. At that time, I didn't know that months later my happiness would change. At my follow-up appointment, the doctor told me that I was at high risk of losing my baby. After a disappointing doctor's appointment, I returned home, but this time I didn't have good news. I really didn't know what to think at that moment, I was so confused, sad and angry with myself. I wondered if it was something I did that made this possible? How am I going to tell my daughter? She always told me how excited she was to be “the big sister.” Later that afternoon I received a call from the doctor's office, they wanted to see me the next morning. When I arrived I had to wait almost 10 minutes, the longest minutes of my life. When the doctor came, she told me there was only one thing we could do to save my baby. I was so happy and felt so comforted hearing the doctor say, “We had a chance to save him.” She told me, "You have to stay in the hospital in bed for the rest of your life.