On November 9, 2016 I was blessed with a baby boy who I named Wy'kendrick Martez Gray. At the time I was only 23 weeks 2 days and he had a lot of problems with him. At the time the doctors was Ready to give up on my baby but I knew it was a God. So I started to pray for my baby boy. As time went by it seem like everything was going good for Wy'kendrick but his lungs just wouldn't function. I got a called on April 18, 2017 to come to the hospital so the doctor could talk to me. To hear the doctor say they done did all they can do for him hurt me deep.. The doctor told me to call my family so we can have sometime to spend with Wy'kendrick.. I never in my life thought I would have to call my mama and my brothers to be by my side for something like that (of course my husband was with me)... Watching my baby gasping for air was hard to see and then at 7:15pm when the doctor came in and said he was gone tore me up.. I couldn't eat, sleep nor think right.. Only thing was on my my mind was my baby gone.. I got to the point where I was so depressed that I didn't wanna be be here anymore.. I still feel this way at times but I'm continue to pray for strength.. I'm writing this because God took Wy'kendrick from us and now he is blessing us with a baby girl whom we are naming Wy'liah..