The heart of a rose, a precious jewel in my eyes. First there was Elizabeth and now its my unborn son. A possible new king for England, finally some sweet relief. Who
knew I would have to endure so much suffering in order to get what I want? I push very hard, but my body still fails to release the child. I am quickly losing strength and
people fear I might die. The midwife inserts her instruments into me in attempt to move the baby. The urge to get the baby out is unbearable and extremely painful. My
life passes before my eyes. Blood tells the story of the love that I have for my son. Just as when I thought it was game over for me, the sun comes out. My newborn son's
cries pulls me out of the abyss. The floodgates never seem to close because I have been touched by an angel. I decide to name my son Nathaniel in which means "gift of
God". Although Nathaniel is disabled, I love him anyway. I consider him to be my miracle baby after experiencing previous numerous miscarriages. Joyfully, Henry and
Elizabeth embrace the new addition to our family.