December 24, 2020 (LifeSiteNews) – The birth of my son was Hell on Earth. After putting my husband and me through physical and psychological torture, the hospital staff then tortured our baby, too, and took him from us, and it took two days of harrowing, maddening work to rescue him. It was not the birth experience my husband and I wanted for ourselves or our child – yet, in an example of God pulling good out of evil, it formed what are now some of my deepest convictions.
I remember the year following the birth. Night after night, for weeks, I would wake up in a cold sweat, thinking I’d heard a nurse knocking on our front door. My husband and I were constantly on edge, dealing with the pain and the trauma we had undergone. In piecing together how to come out of that experience and continue to grow our family, we changed. We changed how and what we ate. We changed how we viewed others. We changed everything so we could do better.
My husband and I knew that if we were blessed with another baby, we would have a different birth. We would never put ourselves or our children in
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