Imagine that you find out you are pregnant when you are only 3 weeks pregnant.

Imagine your baby's dad decides a little too late that he isn't ready to be a daddy, and leaves--for good. Never even called to say good-bye.

Imagine getting an ultrasound at 7 weeks, and the doctor says that everything is GREAT!

Imagine waking up in pool of blood 1 week later.

Imagine before the examination, the doctor says that there is no hope.

Imagine after the examination, he says, "You still have ONE baby left."

Imagine mourning for a lost embryo that you didn't even know you had.

Imagine being on bed rest until the fourth month of pregnancy, and still no call from the baby's dad.

Imagine going back to work, and trying to save money enough to support yourself and the baby, knowing that 6 weeks after the baby is born, you will have NO income.

Imagine feeling sharp pains at 30 weeks, while at work, and calling the doctor, and he states that if you aren't bleeding and your water hasn't broken, then he'll just see you on your next appointment.

Imagine not being able to work, because the pain is so horrible, in your back.

Imagine planning your baby shower, through what he said were "Braxton Hicks."

Imagine the night before your baby shower, you beg him to see you at the hospital, because "something" just didn't feel right.

Imagine having to cut the baby shower short, because you couldn't take the pain anymore.

Imagine getting to the hospital, and the nurse says that you simply have a bladder infection.

Imagine getting up on the table by yourself, and demanding her to check you out.

Imagine hearing her exclamation and surprise when she states that you are 6 1/2 centimeters dilated.

Imagine the doctors silence when you cried and asked him why he wouldn't just see you 2 weeks ago, or last week, or yesterday.

Imagine your sweet baby entering the world, and not being able to see her until 7 hours later.

Imagine the Polaroid that the nurse gave you, made your daughter look like an animal.

Imagine the doctor releasing you from the hospital 5 hours later, so you can go to the hospital that your daughter is at, so you can tell her good bye.

Imagine getting there, and the nurse at the desk, tells you the wrong bed to go to. And there is NO baby at that bed.

Imagine infection, after infection; ventilators, after CPAPs, and nasal cannulas, nurses that didn't know her, no visitation because she can't handle the stimulation.

Imagine being ready to bring her home, and she gets another infection that prolongs her stay another 3 weeks.

Imagine spending the next nearly 3 months in the hospital wondering if you were ever going to be a real Mommy to your beautiful little angel.

Imagine bringing her home and enjoying every second that you have with that beautiful smiling face.

Imagine loving to hear her say "Mommy" one hundred thousand times, for no apparent reason.

Imagine loving your daughter more that life itself, and not regretting a moment of what YOU had to go through, as long as she is healthy now.

Imagine treasuring every second of her sweet life, and loving watching her run from one end of the house to the other, trying to play "catch" with Mommy.

Imagine all of the wonderful times that her Daddy is missing, and will never be able to reclaim.

Tara - Single Mom to Madison - 32-weeker, now 21 months old!