October 5th was just another morning until I was admitted into the hospital for an emergency C-section with the fetus in breach position. With my last child, and against my wishes as I wanted to deliver normally, RN Sharla tried to help me get the baby to flip around by setting ice packs on my tummy to try to move her. After several hours and no change we were rushed into the ER once daddy arrived. At 4:18pm we heard our baby girl cry. I was so scared and worried as all I wanted was the baby to be alright and she was. In fact she was more than alright - she was the most perfect little thing. I only got to see her for a few seconds thanks to RN Sharla, who was so kind to bring her over for me to see my angel. My little angel looked like her siblings and was so small. The pediatrician on call said that they didn’t have the facilities to provide the baby girl with proper necessities, so my baby girl was transported 18 miles away to the NICU unit. After about five hours of waiting for the ambulance and not having the chance to hold my baby girl yet I was just heartbroken. Finally a day and a half later I got to hold my angel sent from heaven in my arms. The tears of joy I was waiting for that moment for so long. I was a proud mother to the most beautiful baby girl. We named her Annie. Once we met with the doctors and RNs we learned that our daughter had a heart condition that was common in babies who have trisomy 21. At that very moment I knew that I was the special mother who was picked for this most precious baby girl. My daughter Annie has taught me to allow myself to be myself again. She is almost six months old and we are coming up on her heart surgery procedure on April 1. My Annie makes me smile, laugh, sign and float on clouds. Annie is everything that our family needed and were blessed to receive. I know she will continue to make everyone she meets smile and feel true love. Annie and I together are ready to face our daily challenges together.