I found out I was pregnant on March 8th, 2018. The elated joy quickly dissolved, however, when I found out instead of growing a baby I was growing a tumor. I was given no option but to eradicate this quickly growing mole with chemotherapy. My body was jolted through physical and emotional feelings on opposite ends of the spectrum. And I went from striving for growth of a healthy baby, to trying to kill this alien inside me. Molar Baby examines the loss of control over life. It is the final product of my molar pregnancy. It was born (built) the week I would have been due with the real baby. Made from carrots bandaged and wrapped with my hospital wristbands and bandaids from my chemo injections, it was built not to live but to rot and die over time.