This wonderful story is not mine, but Bria's.
So...yeah.
I remember when we found out we were gonna be parents.
Mike jumped up and down in the elevator.
See...We'd been together for seven years.
I hadn't been able to get pregnant once.
But then again, we'd been warned that I could die having a baby.
But we still tried and tried.
Mike wrapped his arms around me,"We're gonna have a baby. A beautiful baby."
I giggled and pecked his lips. "That we are Mikey."
I, Fiona Annemarie Ayley, was gonna risk my own life for my husband's happiness.
Mike always wanted a baby.
He was upset when he found out it was deadly for me.
I didn't want to see him upset, so I paid thousands to get pregnant.
As my stomach got bigger, Mike got happier.
I didn't complain once about the constant pain I was in.
He was too happy to notice.
I wish he would have.
He was more excited when he found out we were having a girl.
I still didn't admit to any of my constant pain.
I was honestly starting to resent my baby.
My own baby.
I chose her name.
Imogen Elizabeth Grace Ayley.
When it came time for Imogen to be born, Mike was on tour.
Her birth was unplanned.
The pain was unbearable.
But I still went down into the basement to do laundry.
I fell down the stairs.
I laid there, in more pain imaginable, and gave birth.
I called Mike and he got a ambulance.
Imogen didn't cry.
Not once.
All the resentment I had towards my little girl was gone.
I wanted to hear her cry.
As soon as I knew she was okay, I blacked out.
I heard Mike screaming my name and Imogen bawling her eyes out.
I wasn't gonna die.
I was gonna fight.
But as I fought, I slipped into a coma.
When I awoke, a one year old Imogen and a very tired looking Mike were right by my side.
Mike set Imogen down and kissed me franticly, "Fiona...They told me to give up..I never did."
I opened my mouth and everything I felt while pregnant spilled out.
Now I sit here two years later.
Imogen's three and I'm eight months pregnant.
I will risk everything I have for my true love.
*Applause*