'We did it', she whispered to herself.
She's been spending her days doing this project. She's been missing her days with the world because all she could think of was her precious baby. One slight mistake would claim her own calamity. No, she wouldn't allow it. She's been on the verge of giving up but she got to straighten up her goal. She needed to finish it. She couldn't take it anymore but she just had to go on with it because she simply had no choice. She's been caught up in this mess and she has to figure out her own ways. And finally, she did it.
Then, she started to ask herself, whether she's strong enough for this again. She's obviously tired and defeated. She had enough of it. She loved it but she's doubting herself whether this is the life that she wanted. She's not giving up, she's taking a break. Or maybe she's not.