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At age 19 I had been married for two years and had a 2 month old baby girl.  Even though I loved that little girl with everything in me, I was a little overwhelmed with all the responsibility placed on me at such a yound age. 

My baby girl, Rachelle, was very difficult to console and kept me up most of the night.  I took her to the doctor several times because I was concerned there was something wrong.  The doctors listened, then they looked at the facts.  She was gaining weight and healthy, so they dismissed my concerns. 

When Rachelle was around 4 months old I found out I was expecting another baby.  The doctors told me I needed to stop nursing her, because she was taking the nutrition that the baby would need to grow inside me.  

I was 19 years old and completely overwhelmed.  I can remember sitting in the doctors office crying, wondering how I could possibly care for another child.  Financially we certainly couldn't afford another child.  I remember feeling so guilty for not wanting another baby at the time.  I should have known that God had it all under control. 

Rachelle stopped crying all the time after she was started on the bottle.  I began to see that maybe I could handle this, as long as God was with me.  Then in Feb. of 1990, while 8 months pregnant with our second child I was in a head on collision with another car. 

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