This was a tough pregnancy. It started out great, and then around 10 weeks, I started bleeding. That continued throughout the rest of the pregnancy off and on. Around 20 weeks, I was diagnosed with a chronic placental abruption. The placenta-the organ that feeds the baby-had a massive clot on it that was bleeding. The doctor did not give us a very good prognosis. It was quite possible that we were going to lose this baby before he was able to survive outside of the womb. I was told that I needed to take it easy and not lift anything or the bleeding would become worse, which would aggravate the uterus, which would cause me to contract and go into labor. Through fasting, prayers to God, and lots of help from our parents with housework and with our three other children, I was able to last until 26 weeks and 2 days. There is no doubt in my mind that if our parents hadn't stepped in when they did, which was around 22 weeks that Malachi would not be here today. I would have done too much