nine weeks into my pregnancy I was getting ready for bed one night and I became ill. I called my mom, crying that I was dizzy, light- headed, and faint. My mom quickly came over and rushed me to Sierra View. I hate that place. When I got there I was escorted to the birthing unit and was quickly admitted. After I was told by doctors why I was admitted I was told in real words by my mom that I had high blood pressure and I wouldn’t be leaving until I had the baby. After the surgery I woke up throwing up. My body was in shock and I couldn’t move. On Saturday morning at about 1:30 am Valley Children’s brought my incubated daughter to see me before they took her to Valley Children’s where she stayed in the NICU. My baby girl was so small she looked like a baby rat, her skin was so thin. On Sunday I finally was released to go home. I still could barely walk but I made it up to the second floor at Valley Children’s to see my baby. I was lucky and I was able to stay at the Ronald McDonald House, a place where parents with children in the hospital stayed while there child wad a patient at V.C.H. After six long weeks Aliya finally weighed four pounds, and I was able to bring her home. Here she is at eighteen months and boy I’ll tell you she is a handful. I love her to death I couldn’t picture myself without her! The doctors were right, she is 100% attitude, and exactly like me. We give daddy a hard time. It is so amazing that something so little can survive. I thank god everyday for the wonderful nurses at Valley Children’s. When people see Aliya they can’t help but smile, and are amazed how well she is doing, considering she weighed less than a pound. My family thinks she is a miracle, born at seven months gestation, and not having one problem, or set back. The only problem she has is a strict mommy! I thank god for her she is my reason for finishing college and doing something in life.