Many of our friends would know and remember how hard the journey had been at the time to finally meet Ada. There were endless hospital trips and anxious nights. I drove myself to the hospital a few times, 4am in the morning. We kept a chart to follow the strength of her heartbeats. Some nights I go to bed and think about it all and still believe I’m presented with a living, breathing miracle. She was born at 23:41pm after a whole day at the hospital. Now, I have a little person in my life with a big heart.