Horrible, Thanks for Asking
Almost ten years ago, I delivered the baby boy who would die in my arms just two hours later. But we had months to prepare for this reality. His fatal diagnosis had come sixteen weeks before. So there was no baby shower. No celebration of the life about to begin. We didn't have a nursery full of items we’d have to return with a sorrowful explanation. That hasn’t been the case for my best friend. Two months ago today, I sat by her side as she tearfully and reluctantly pushed her baby girl into this world. Silence. Just the sounds of our gasps at the beauty of her perfect face. There she was. The miracle baby no one thought would come. The one we were all so looking forward to meeting. In absolute perfect form, but already gone. It was surreal, like there was no way this was actually happening. Not again. Not to my Laura. It was somehow holy, the thick pr...