I came to the hospital because my baby was not moving. Never in a million years did I think she was gone. I would not have made it through this awful experience without Faith beside me. Losing my baby at 31 weeks almost killed me. Faith held me and cried with me, never judging me or my spouse. She went above and beyond to make even the most uncomfortable experience better in any way possible. She was and will always be my pillar of strength, hope, and, most importantly, faith. I thank God for her, and I know my baby was in the best possible care. Thank you, Faith.