A month ago I was in the delivery room holding the hand to a very courageous and strong woman. She had decided to giver her child to my husband and I.As I stood there breathing with her, talking to her, careasing ber hair and attempting to keep her calm I was praying really hard on the inside and trying not to cry. After hearing the F* word multiple timea, screaming, crying and a lot of emotion our daughter was born.I can't explain how it felt to be a part of the process. I was slightly in shock (I would assume). I remember telling the nurses/doxtors "I feel like I'm in a movie..."Our angel was born healthy, strong and beautiful. Our dreams had been answered. I can't believe its been a month already. So much has changed.She is growing and so strong.We are truly blessed!