M y husband, Jeff, and I are honored to share our story about love, hope, faith, and strength. These four concepts kept us going through some of the hardest and happiest days of our lives. We hope other parents and families find comfort and peace after reading our story. We feel this confirms that miracles do happen, and that even in the most difficult situations, strength and resiliency exist in all of us. Our journey in the Mayo Clinic Newborn Intensive Care Unit (NICU) began after we welcomed our beautiful daughter, Brinley Grace Eveslage, into the world on July 14, 2015 at 12:32 pm. She weighed 5 pounds 11 ounces at 33 weeks gestation. It was a groggy Monday after a busy weekend with a baby shower my awesome sister planned for us. I was uncomfortable after developing lower back pain. I didn't sleep much Sunday night and waddled into work. I planned to go home early and treat myself to a massage. How on earth was I going to survive another seven weeks? My coworkers planned a surprise baby shower so I stuck out the day. What I did not realize was that I was in active labor. I left the clinic, where I work as a medical social worker, to change clothes and to feed the dog, only to return to triage that evening. I was convinced I was not in labor; I did not feel a single contraction but something just felt off. "Surprise, you are dilated to seven. You are having a baby." Tears flowed down my face in fear as I knew it was too soon. I was given medication to try to stop delivery but I threw it up. Contractions progressed quickly and Brinley knew she needed to come out as, unknown to us at the time, her intestine twisted and ruptured before birth. We were blessed with a smooth vaginal delivery. Brinley was swept quickly into another room where the neonatal team patiently waited. They, too, were surprised to see her with a blue and distended tummy. We expected a premature baby who would be healthy. Our world changed as the neonatologist quickly explained she needed exploratory surgery and to be moved to the NICU. We were able to meet her but could not hold her right then. She was beautiful with big eyes and was exploring the sound of our voices. We held her hand and wept with overwhelming emotion. Not Continued on page 2