On December 23, 2015, joy turned to heartbreak in a single moment. During what should’ve been a routine ultrasound, doctors looked at me with sorrow in their eyes — “Her heart is too damaged. She won’t survive.” 💔 They urged me to let go, but a mother’s heart doesn’t give up that easily.

💫 Week after week, I listened to her faint heartbeat — fragile, yet determined. Every beat was a whisper of defiance, a promise that she wasn’t done fighting. We celebrated her life before it even began — a baby shower filled with hope, a nursery painted with dreams, and prayers stitched into every tiny blanket. 🌸

Then, against all odds, our miracle arrived. On June 14, Clara Ray came into this world — small, delicate, but filled with a fire that no diagnosis could extinguish. ❤️ Just six days later, she faced her first open-heart surgery, her tiny chest rising and falling with the courage of a warrior.

Through endless hospital nights and fearful days, Clara never stopped smiling. And that smile — pure, radiant, unstoppable — lit up the world the day she saw her first snowflake. ❄️✨

She is more than a survivor. She is hope made real, a reminder that love can outlast fear, and that even the tiniest heart can move mountains. 🌈💖