“I am sorry the baby’s heart is no longer beating.”
“What? It was two weeks ago.”
“I know, but not now!”
This conversation kept playing through my mind as I pushed my lifeless baby out of me onto my bed; thankful to do this at home. I did not want to see it. I remember the last one. But, who else would do this for me? My husband? Yea, right! I wrapped it up in the little bit of linen I found, grabbed the trowel I borrowed from my sister and went out to trek through winter’s bitter cold snow.