They thought that baby Joy had a little tumor in her newborn belly, but when they went further to investigate, they found something horrifying.

The car rocked viciously from side to side as Michael sped through the traffic. His wife Suzanna was in the back, screaming in agony. She had gone into premature labor and was sure that something was wrong. They needed to get to the hospital as quickly as possible…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

As Michael rushed her into the emergency room, he tried to rattle off all the information the doctors needed to know about his wife. Suzanna could hardly speak at this point—the pain of labor was just too much. The doctors took one look at her and knew they needed to get her into an operating room as fast as possible. Her blood pressure was far too high, and the baby was starting to show signs of distress.

While washing his hands with his colleagues, Dr. Matthews couldn’t help but comment on the nature of the C-section. In her file, her OBGYN had noted that the unborn child was not well; they suspected her liver was underdeveloped and harbored a horrible tumor. As a result, the child had been flagged to be rushed off to the NICU as soon as possible. But Suzanna was just 33 weeks along, so they were wary of the same treatment anyway. The doctors were concerned about getting the baby out in time, so they worked at hyperspeed.

Poor Suzanna was in a state. They had managed to do a spinal block, so she was still very much awake while dealing with the anxiety of possibly losing her baby. As the doctors worked, all she could hear was the clock ticking intensely on the wall and the sounds of surgery. This made her anxiety worse. Tick, tick, tick. With each passing moment, she began to feel sicker and sicker. Then suddenly, there was a cry. It was faint and weak, but it was there nonetheless.

She tried desperately to get the attention of the doctors. She wanted to see her baby, to know if she was going to be okay, but they all ignored her. She felt like she was screaming at the top of her lungs, yet no one could hear her. She could just hear them urgently scuffling the baby around the operating room, obviously checking her out and seeing if she was okay. It took a whole agonizing five minutes for them to address Suzanna.

Suzanna saw the nurses approaching her, and then suddenly, everything went pitch black. Michael was beside himself. From where he was sitting in the operating room, he just saw his wife go completely limp. He screamed at the top of his lungs for someone to help her—he was sure she had just died. The doctors frantically started closing her wound up.

There was blood everywhere; she was hemorrhaging. While the doctors worked hard to fix her up, the nurses tended to her, trying to wake her up. Michael’s vision became a blur; he didn’t know what to do. A nurse directed him to his little girl and asked him to just focus on her. He was in an absolute daze when he laid eyes on her for the first time. He could hardly believe it—she was here and looked as well as she could be. Her tiny little pink body looked as strong and healthy as possible for her age.

He was so mesmerized by her beauty that he almost forgot about his wife. Turning his attention back, he felt sick. The doctors were now shocking her, trying to get her heart to start again. Michael hunkered down over his little one and began to pray as hard as he could. He asked God to keep his wife healthy and safe. She needed to meet their daughter—this was not how it was meant to go.

Suzanna had been so happy and excited to learn she was pregnant; for it to end like this was not right at all. Just as he was about to pray once more, he suddenly heard the nurses get excited. Suzanna was back and slowly regaining consciousness. It was a miracle. He immediately asked the nurses to take his daughter over to show his wife. He wasn’t sure how long she was going to be around, and he wanted to make sure that she met her.

The look on Suzanna’s face was everything when she first saw her baby. She was in an incubator, hooked up to many little tubes, but Suzanna was able to look past that completely. She just saw the little angel that had been living in her tummy for the past eight months. She was so grateful that she was alive. The nurses had to whisk the baby away, though, and just nonchalantly mentioned that she needed some tests. Both Suzanna and Michael’s hearts filled with dread.

They knew she was premature, but how would that make her ill? Was she going to be okay? Suzanna’s blood pressure began to skyrocket, which made it extremely dangerous for her, so she had to be sedated. Poor Michael was left essentially alone, having to face his wife who was not coping and was now drugged up, along with the fact that his daughter was not okay. He was torn, unsure of who to check on first, but the hospital made the decision for him—they simply told him to sit in the waiting room and just wait. They couldn’t let him wander around the hospital emotional and undecided.

Of course, this made him even more anxious. He needed to know what was wrong with his daughter. He needed his wife to be awake and with him on the perilous path they were on. As Suzanna was slowly lifted from her sedation, they tried to comfort her as much as possible. Naturally, she was frantic and desperately wanted to know what was going to happen to her daughter. Michael told her as much as he knew and then had to sit and wait with her. The tension in the room was palpable—they could hardly say two words to one another without feeling sick. They were both feeling quite vulnerable about the whole situation and didn’t know what to do about it. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

So, you can imagine when the doctor walked into the room for the first time, they nearly pounced on him. They accosted him with questions left and right, determined to find out what was going on.

“How is she? What is wrong? Why have you left us in the dark like this?”

The look on the doctor’s face said it all—it wasn’t good news. The couple braced themselves; they weren’t sure if they were ready to hear what he had to say. Standing in the doorway, hand in hand, he looked at the couple gravely. When he spoke, it felt like an icy gust of wind had gushed through the door.

“There’s something wrong with her, but we aren’t quite sure what it is. She is refusing to eat, and her stomach is severely distended. We need to investigate further before it’s too late.”

“Before it’s too late”—these words bounced around the couple’s minds. They could hardly think straight. It really was the worst-case scenario. If they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with their daughter, they could be leaving the hospital without her. The mere thought made Suzanna shiver and cry uncontrollably. But then she remembered the tumor on her liver.

She quickly began to explain to the doctor all about the supposed tumor the radiologist had noticed in their last scan. They had mentioned something about her having a small tumor on her liver, one they were quite worried about. Suzanna was convinced that this was the root cause of her daughter’s problems and insisted they look further into it.

It immediately became clear that the doctor thought this might be a possibility. He looked as though the theory made perfect sense to him. He told the parents that he would look into it and immediately left the room. Confused, Michael questioned the nurse as to why they hadn’t checked the baby out with scans before coming to them, making them think she was going to die. The nurse gently explained that they often stayed away from exposing babies to radio waves unnecessarily.

The doctors allowed Michael to accompany his daughter to all further testing since Suzanna was bedbound. Michael stayed right by his little daughter’s side through each test. They started with her abdomen and scanned it carefully, looking for the issue. Sure enough, there, as blatant as anything, was the mass in her abdomen. It seemed to be just unattached to anything and simply there. This was quite concerning naturally—where had it come from? What was it?

After seeing this, Michael’s mind raced to all the darkest places. Had his little girl been born with cancer? How could this possibly be? Suzanna was an extremely healthy person who had done everything right while pregnant. From the moment she found out she was pregnant, she had strived to do everything perfectly—quitting coffee, refraining from drinking even a drop of alcohol, eating healthy food, and taking all the vitamins and rest she needed. Was this some kind of sick irony?

When Michael asked about cancer, the doctor simply brushed him off. They told him there was no point in worrying so much just yet. After all, they had no idea what it was and needed to do further testing. They had tried to avoid doing a colored scan using ink, but now it seemed like their only option before surgery. They set up what they needed and immediately got to work. The test itself was extremely invasive—they had to insert ink around her organs to see what they were dealing with. She was just too small for the scan alone to work as accurately as it should have. So, they slowly injected ink into her abdomen and diligently stared at the screen to see if they could make it out.

Having an untrained eye, Michael could barely make head or tail of the whole situation. He watched the screen as black and gray shadows moved around strangely. Then suddenly, the doctor stopped the test and abruptly walked out. This was, of course, extremely startling for the young man. What had the doctor