As I sat here with tired eyes rocking my 5 week old little girl after her 4am feeding, I couldn’t help but remember how badly I prayed for this moment. Early December I had a chemical pregnancy. I remember crying in the doctors office, saying to her “so there’s no hope?” as she told me my symptoms sounded like the pregnancy wouldn’t stick. I remember so vividly laying on the couch, crying and holding my stomach, feeling the worst heartache I’ve ever felt. 2 weeks later, no one knows how, but I got another positive pregnancy test and I am staring at the little face that came from that test as I type this. I’m so grateful for these 4am feedings now, she is my miracle girl