In July 1995 Scott and I sat in the Pizza Hut in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, shocked about my pregnancy.  Just a few weeks before, a fertility specialist in Birmingham had basically assured us that day would never come. Our miracle baby, the one for whom we had prayed for almost four years, was born February 17, 2000, in the newly renovated maternity center at Helen Keller Hospital. We'd chosen not to find out the gender of our baby, so when the doctor delivered our eight-pound child, he looked at ... [Read More]