“I jumped to the ground with him in my arms, hummed a lullaby to calm us both, the cheerful melody contrasted sharply with my feeling that something was wrong. I hugged my firstborn baby and I knew I was losing another, ”Meghan continued.
“A few hours later, I was lying on a hospital bed holding my husband’s hand. I felt the heat of his palm and kissed the knuckles of my hand, wet from our tears. I stared at the cold white walls around me and my eyes filled with tears again. I tried to imagine what it would be like if we recovered, “reads a published article entitled” Losses We Share. “
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