Raising a Child After Losing One
“It’s a boy”, they said. Overwhelmed with joy, I turned to my husband. I could see the glimmer of hope masking his relief. “He is beautiful.” I said. A strapping boy resembling his father in every way, arrived on November 15, 2013, weighing seven pounds and one ounce, and 28 days earlier than expected. Nothing surprised us about this since big brother arrived early. Then, a sense of urgency overwhelmed the room. My stomach writhed in pain; fear and worry clouded my joy. I laid there helpless, watching as nurses tended to my bundle of joy.