Life's a roller coaster...or so they say

So after our whirlwind romance and marriage we decided once i finished college and had a job that Spring we would start having kids. But first my childhood pets, 2 dogs one that was my Black lab mut mix "Baby, " the other was my sisters dachshund beagle " Honey Brown," died. Baby was Honey Browns daughter and had just had puppies. Honey Brown was old and full of cancer. One night they both laid down snuggled together and went to sleep. They never got up again, leaving my parents with puppies all of which died but 2. So my sister and I took them.  Then life decided while I worked 30 hours a week + had my last semester of classes and an internship 30 hours a week to through the monkey wrench of pregnancy. So here i am trying to figure out my career and one round of antibiotics later I am pregnant. It was fine though i was happy even if my husband wasn't quite ready. So my best friend and i decorated the baby's room, which ended up being a girl. I was still working a lot at both my internship and real job but my husband had a good job so we were fine. Or so we thought. But you know that's how life goes. It throws you curve balls constantly just to see what you will do. Its like your on a tv show and someone keeps rewriting the script just when you think its going to say the end.
Next curve ball, my husband lost his job. Nothing he did they fired everyone it was a nightmare. I still remember when he called me and told me. I cried to my boss because here i was a recent college graduate pregnant and now the sole breadwinner. It was tough at first but then my internship gave me a job as well so that helped.
Curve ball number 3 came right after that. There were cutbacks at the University I had interned and then worked at and my position was eliminated. To help me out my boss gave me more hours at my other job and let me sit and wear flip-flops when i couldn't fit in my sneakers anymore because of swelling. But for the most part the pregnancy was easy. Until it wasn't. At almost 39 weeks i started feeling horrible...not just uncomfortable but i had a terrible feeling. The Friday before our daughter was born i begged the doctor, however he told me i was just a first time mom and over whelmed and blah blah blah. So that was a Friday...that Wednesday our lives changed for ever.