My husband and I had been trying to conceive a baby for over five years. After years of fertility treatments and hormone injections we decided to take a break. We had been on this break for about a year when suddenly God answered our prayers and I was finally pregnant. This special baby was already considered our miracle baby. Little did we know what a miracle he really would be.

I was 30 weeks along when, on June 5, 2003, at 2 a.m. I woke up to my water breaking. This may sound a bit ignorant on my part, but at the time I didn't realize that's what it was. I told myself it was too early for my water to be breaking. I really thought I was wetting the bed.

I had this urge to have to go to the bathroom. I was in there for about a half hour when I started bleeding. I woke up my husband at this point and told him, Something's not right. We need to go to the hospital.

We live and work in a group home for teenagers. We could not leave them alone. We had to wait for a friend of ours to show up and watch the house. So, in the meantime, my contractions became worse and I told my husband, We're having this baby tonight. I can feel him coming. He didn't believe me and said, You're not having this baby. You haven't had enough contractions.

As I was walking around the house in pain our dear friend finally showed up. I know it hadn't been that long of a wait, but it felt like a lifetime. As my husband and I walked out to the car I could feel our baby's head was coming. I stopped on our porch and told my husband, His head is out!

His response was disbelief: No it isn't! I said, Yes it is, feel! and so he did. He felt his head and said OK! and ran back inside to call 911.

Before I knew it, as I was standing on our porch, the rest of our baby slipped right out of me. I caught him between my legs as I was standing there! I had sweatpants on, so that did help a bit. He came out crying and making noises. You wouldn't have known he was premature except he was so small, 3 pounds, 11 ounces, 15 1/2 inches.

My friend had followed us out to the porch and helped me back inside onto our couch. She did the best thing anyone could've done for us. She started to pray.

I didn't know I could feel so many different emotions at one time. I was in love and scared and relieved and in absolute awe of our miracle.

My husband came into the room with the phone in his hand, talking to the 911 operator. He wrapped our baby in a warm towel, unlaced his shoe and tied off our baby's umbilical cord with his shoelace. We laid on the couch with our baby for about 10 minutes before the ambulance arrived. My husband was my hero after that and I didn't care anymore that he didn't believe me at first.

In retrospect when I think of our baby's birth I realize what a true miracle he really is. He was born 10 weeks early, not in a hospital and we had to wait 10 to 15 minutes for an ambulance to arrive. So many things could have gone wrong, but yet it didn't. Our Noah was truly meant to be and I thank God every day for our miracle baby.

Noah spent six weeks in the NICU before he was finally able to come home.

He is now almost 2 years old. His birthday is June 5. He's as healthy as any other 2-year-old. He has no complications whatsoever. We are truly grateful!

On an interesting note, when we discovered on an ultrasound that we were having a boy we decided to name him Noah. As he was being born on our porch it started to rain.