This article is the third installment of One Year Later: Larry Nassar And The Women Who Made Us Listen, a seven-part series that commemorates the seven days women stood in a Lansing, Michigan, courtroom last year and faced their abuser, former USA Gymnastics and Michigan State trainer Larry Nassar . One Year Later was produced by reporter Alanna Vagianos. Read more installments: One | Two | Four | Five | Six | Seven

Being a mom was one of those things I just assumed would come easily but when I was finally ready to bring babies into my life, my body did not want to cooperate. In the years leading up to Amandas birth, I lost two pregnancies and I was almost convinced I would never be able to have a baby of my own.

Then, in July 1989, Amanda Rose came into our lives, and finally I was the mom I had always dreamed I would be. Two years later, I had little Katherine Michelle, and nine years after that, baby Jessica Grace surprised us after I was sure I would never get pregnant again. The days I had my little girls were the best days of my life. Those three little bundles of joy were the biggest blessings in my life, and as their mom, I swore I would do everything I could to protect them and keep them safe from evil.

Raising three girls is a trying gift, full of ups and downs and everything in between. I never knew I could love so much, so deeply, so fully, until they came into my life. My girls are everything, and my world revolves around them. So naturally, when Amanda called me in 2014, when she was 24 years old, to tell me that a doctor had touched her inappropriately, my world shattered.

She was scared on the phone. It was obvious that she didnt want to talk about it, but she was so freaked out she had to tell me. She gave me the play-by-play, her voice getting softer with every disgusting detail.

I wanted to throw up. I didnt understand. This couldnt be right.

My little girl? Larry Nassar had touched my sweet Amanda?

I thought back to when I first met him. I was a third-year medical student, and he was an up-and-coming assistant professor in sports medicine at Michigan State University. Somehow, I managed to land his rotation. I couldnt believe how lucky I was to have an opportunity to learn from a rising star in the field.

From the beginning, I knew he was quirky and odd. Maybe he was touchy, and maybe he pushed professional personal space boundaries. But hadnt it always been in a medical way?

He had so much energy. He was so excited to teach us how to heal people, just like he did.

Even in 1994, he was the go-to doctor for any pediatric athletic injury, especially if the athlete was a young female gymnast. I had overlapped with him again and again, professionally, referring my own injured patients to him for evaluations and treatment. I had sent all three of my daughters a cheerleader, a soccer player and a gymnast to him for various sports injuries. And now my Amanda was telling me he had touched her inappropriately.