In August 2015, I became a mother when I found out that I was pregnant. I was so happy and could not wait to hold my daughter in my arms. The first week of October, everything looked fine, but my doctor wanted me to see a maternal fetal medicine doctor as she was concerned about the growth of my baby. The end of the second week, my migraines, which were normal were back. I went to my appointment and the doctor noticed my blood pressure was high, but I didn’t have a migraine. The doctor called me about a half hour later and asked me to come back for a urine test. On October 23, 2015, my sunny days became a storm. I went to the doctor office and my blood pressure was 100/170 and there were traces of protein in my urine. The doctor told me I had preeclampsia and sent me to labor and delivery. More tests were run as the doctors wanted to determine if I had chronic high blood pressure or preeclampsia. My faith was strong although I was silently crying. I prayed, sang and spoke to my daughter. Her dad and I needed her to know that we loved her and wanted her to come home with us. On October 28, 2015 and October 29, 2015, it was concluded that I had severe preeclampsia and the HELLP syndrome and our lives were in danger. I prayed more and remained calm for my daughter. On November 1, 2015, at 20 weeks and 5 days, I gave birth to our sleeping angel, Yalon Elise Isaac. I still remember how beautiful her eyes were and how still her body felt. I was numb and traumatized. This hurt me deeply. I almost died. Yet, a big part of me died as we suffered the loss of Yalon. I lived in the dark for a few years before realizing that I needed to live for Yalon as she gave her life for mine while I was trying to give my life for her life. I want to help mothers and fathers who endure this unhappy storm. Therefore, I volunteer with the Preeclampsia Foundation and hope to bring awareness.