I was in the first trimester of my eighth pregnancy. I was having dinner with two girlfriends one evening when suddenly I started bleeding and cramping. Terrified, I excused myself from dinner and drove home. I remember there were Christmas lights in the trees and the city looked beautiful. But my heart was racing. I prayed all the way home–starting with Our Father and then Hail Mary. Any previous reservations I had about asking Mary’s intercession were irrelevant in that moment. Mother Mary, pray for my baby. Please go to Jesus and pray for my baby. Continue reading



