March 9th. We should be celebrating. We should be
joyous. We should be tired, but wonderfully so. Instead we are grieving, we are
heartbroken, and we are tired from the tears we’ve cried. Today would have been
my due date. But instead of celebrating, we are remembering the life we lost in
August, our first child.
This past August, our lives forever changed when we learned
that after 5 years of...
