Exactly fifteen years and 11 months ago, in February of 2009, was the beginning of my faith keeping, testing, and loudly speaking to me and my new life than I ever could have imagined. I had recently turned twenty-five years old just two months before, in December. I was truly having a great time in life as a young adult, and then two months later I fell devastatingly ill. To my surprise I was informed that I was expecting, which was a complete shock to twenty-five-year-old me, who by the way had decided long ago, not to have children. My on and again, off again ex was informed and was thrilled to my surprise. We decided to give our family a chance. Well, that was what I thought anyway. The devastatingly illness never eased, turns out I was one of the lucky 0.3 – 3% of pregnant women diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum. The non-stop nausea, vomiting, over salivating, dizziness, unbalanced equilibrium, and weight loss, were just the beginning of faith being my keeper. I lost twenty pounds by the time I reached two moths pregnant. Which was very dangerous for me and baby. I began around the clock medication administration and nursing care. I cried day in and out, constantly in pain and agony. I constantly thought over and over I am twenty-five years old, why is God punishing me so, what I have I don’t to deserve this. I soon also realized that my ex’s intentions were to be a dad when the baby was born and did not sign up for being supportive while baby was in utero. I was unable to return to work, and with no income had to surrender my apartment, that I absolutely adored. I moved back home with my mom in Baltimore, to occupy her living room and sofa bed/futon. At four months gestation I was told that I was 1cm dilated, and that my baby was not expected to make it. My choices were to have a Cervical cerclage procedure that stitches your cervix closed to prevent premature birth due to a weakened cervix. Which came with a 40-50% chance of infection which would lead to miscarrying, which increased by 10% by me being prone to infection and immune compromised. My other choice was to be on strict bedrest for the remained of the pregnancy. I chose bedrest even though that meant not being able to work at all for nine straight months, without any income and bills not disappearing. Even though my faith was tested over and over, Faith also kept me. Any decision that I had to make for the baby I carried was made within seconds each time. It wasn’t till I thought about writing this essay that I remembered how much God spoke to me during my pregnancy. I honestly though it was my maternal instinct, it definitely was not. He spoke to me loudly over and over telling exactly what to do and what not to do. He even told me that it was a boy before sonograms. My entire pregnancy, I had a front row seat of my life being completely dismantled and unrecognizable, but I wasn’t worried at all. The only job I had was to focus on our health, which is what I did. Toward the end of my pregnancy I received long and short term insurance payouts and was able to pay all bills, prepare for baby, move into a larger apartment, and welcomed my little angel here on earth that introduced me to my new life and purpose.