The baby's condition was 'off the charts bad'. It was so extreme that the specialists stopped measuring and monitoring his fluid level because, at that point, it didn't really matter. The MRI's were sickening to look at.
“It was the most awful and difficult 24 hours of my life watching my son in so much pain, not being able to do anything to make it better and know that this could have been 100% avoidable."
"She had to choose one, and since she had already seen my face, it was easier to pick me. You were just possibility. I'm sorry. The guilt of my survival still haunts me."
"Miscarriage is not the most popular topic of conversation. I’m still struggling to understand why, given that around 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage."
"It took years to collect all the little details of what actually happened that night, but I eventually did. With 10 adults and five kids present, anyone would assume our daughter would have been safe."
How could I possibly reconcile these losses? They were unspeakable. Preventable. Unexpected. And in the face of such catastrophes, my natural question was “Why?” Why did this happen? If God was in control, why did he allow it? Why didn’t he stop it? That question haunted me for years.
"She talked to him like none of us were in the room and they were on their anniversary date dinner (next month). She told him all the things she was going to miss without him there and thanked him for being the best husband and father. Although he couldn’t respond, you could see in his eyes he knew her voice."
