I woke up to the dreaded sound of Areli saying "My Baby! My Baby!" She was bleeding and not just a little bit. I knew that bleeding is never good in pregnancy--especially at 27 weeks gestation. I turned on the ultrasound machine (which seemed like it took an eternity to start up) while I called our midwife for options. I knew we needed to get Areli to a hospital. When the ultrasound was ready, Areli laid on the cold tile floor while I took a look. Our baby still had a strong heartbeat...