At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

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When they took her away, I held my son, Miles. 4 lb 2 oz. Breathing, fighting, alive. One in my arms, one gone forever. My parents were still at a party.

The next three days were a blur. Miles stayed in the NICU. Observation. He was small but strong, breathing on his own, eating from a bottle. The nurses said he was a fighter. I stayed in a recovery continue reading …