My sister-in-law went into labor the night of November 28, 2014. As my brother drove his wife to the hospital, I held my weeping wife. Through her tears, she looked at me and whispered, “I miss my baby.”
Our first child’s due date had been ten days earlier. But there was no baby. In May, we found out from both a sonogram and an ultrasound that our child had no heartbeat. We were devastated. But it was not the last time we would feel the dark range of emotions attending pregnancy loss. Two more pregnancies would end the same — with us mourning the child we never got to meet.
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