"I'm sorry, there is no heartbeat." With those few words, my life changed forever. At eight months pregnant, I learned that my first child would be stillborn-- a term I'd never heard and a reality I had to face. The year following his birth was one full of devastation, anger, loss, and finally, hope. After losing two pregnancies, I lost faith that I would ever have a living child. While still in the throes of my grief, I had to look inside myself to find a strength I wasn't sure I even possessed. I was pregnant again, and my baby had a potentially fatal condition, forcing me to make impossible decisions and gather up every bit of courage I had left to ensure my child made it into the world alive. It wasn't until I held him in my arms that I realized our struggle was far from over. With Alex's birth, we faced a brand new set of challenges that would test our faith, our relationship, and teach us more about love than we could have ever imagined.