Everyone was so happy that they started hugging me and my husband. I was so lucky; as a result, I cried. I was having a boy, our first baby. At that moment I didn't know that months later my happiness would change. At my follow-up appointment the doctor told me I was at high risk of losing my baby. After a disappointing doctor's visit, I returned home, but this time I had no good news. I really didn't know what to think at that moment, I was so confused, sad and angry at myself at the same time. I was wondering: Was it something I did that made this happen? How will I tell my daughter? She always told me how excited she was to be "the big sister." Later that afternoon I received a call from the doctor's office, they wanted to see me the next day in the morning. When I arrived I had to wait almost 10 minutes, the longest minutes of my life. When the doctor came he told me there was only one thing we could do to save my baby. I was so happy and felt so comforted to hear from the doctor “we had a chance to save him”. He told me “you have to stay in hospital on bed rest for the rest of your time