In January 2013, I had a positive pregnancy test. I already had a beautiful baby girl, and my husband and I couldn’t wait to add to our family.

My pregnancy was going perfectly. I had my twelve-week scan, and all appeared to be well with our baby. At my twenty-week scan, however, that all changed. The sonographer noticed quite a large lump on top of the baby’s head. I could see by the technicians’ faces that it wasn’t good news. Within twenty-four hours, I was on my way to a specialist for the diagnosis.

I had another scan, and the doctor explained that the lump on the baby’s head was a fluid-filled sac and there was a real concern that it could put pressure on the brain, which could cause our unborn child to have a severe disability. I was already feeling my baby move and kick. I never imagined that I would be in this situation. The doctor told me that the baby would definitely have some kind of disability, but he could not tell me at this stage how severe it would be. The possibilities included the baby being born blind, deaf, and unable to speak. Only time would tell how badly the brain would be affected as the pregnancy progressed. I was offered a termination then and there, and I was told that most people in my position would choose to terminate the pregnancy because many felt that they could not cope with “waiting to see” how things worked out.

At that point there was nothing wrong with my child, and her brain was healthy. I had my cry and decided that I would use what I had learned from reading The Secret to ensure that I gave birth to a healthy baby. I told the doctors that I would be continuing with my pregnancy.

After being offered a termination and then leaving the doctor’s office, I was walking down the street with my husband when a postcard flew through the air and literally wedged itself underneath my shoe. I felt compelled to pick it up. It was a white card, and in large black letters it said, “Abortion – Don’t Do It.” I was very taken aback and took it as a sign that I had made the right decision in continuing with the pregnancy.

I went home, and for the rest of my pregnancy, I decided to visualize my baby growing healthily. I imagined a piece of metal covering my baby’s brain, ensuring that the fluid-filled sac wouldn’t put any pressure on it and, therefore, protecting it from being damaged. I imagined giving birth to a healthy baby, and I looked forward to every doctor’s appointment, because I knew that each time I would be told my baby was healthy. I visualized my baby playing with her big sister, and I gave thanks every day for being blessed with a healthy child.

I continued to have very regular checkups throughout my pregnancy, and at every appointment I was assured – much to the doctor’s amazement – that there was nothing wrong with my baby. At my very last appointment at thirty-seven weeks, I was told that the fluid-filled sac on our baby’s head had not grown and had not put any pressure on her brain. I was told that I would give birth to a perfectly healthy baby. The doctor also mentioned that he had not often seen this condition end in a positive way.

Our beautiful daughter, Scarlett Emmie, was born on Wednesday, October 2, 2013, and is absolutely perfect! She is beautiful and healthy! All the doctors involved have been to see her, and they are amazed that her brain was not affected.

After that first doctor’s appointment, I was told that there would definitely be something wrong with my baby; they just didn’t know how severe it would be. It turned out that they were wrong. I have no doubt that my positivity not only gave me the strength to carry on, it also gave my baby the strength to grow healthily without any complications.

At five months old, Scarlett had a minor operation to remove the fluid-filled sac, and she continues to develop just as she should.

I have The Secret to thank for her health and my strength. I look at her and can’t believe how perfect she is! Miracles can happen!