1 year ago....
On January 31, 2012, I met my wife for an emergency OB appointment. She hadn't felt the baby move since early the morning in the shower. Little did I know how much our lives and our whole mental make-up would change. As the nurse hooked my wife up to the monitor, she tried to find the heartbeat. She swore she heard it. Another nurse came in, and then the dr. After a few minutes, they said we should go to the hospital as a precaution. Sugarcoating it, was putting it mildly. That day, was the day a piece of me died. A piece of my wife died. That day, I changed. You don't know sadness until you have to tell someone your baby died. That you have to explain to a then 6 year old that mommy WON'T be coming home with a new baby. There is guilt, fear, anger, and sadness. You have a wife who STILL feels guilty, though in her heart she knows it's not her fault, her brain can't fathom that and she blames h...