In the two weeks between getting the phone call that our baby was sick and having the procedure, I felt like I was in a fog. I’d get up, go through my day-to-day motions, but I felt helpless and sad, and well… not much like a human. I was merely existing. The only time during those two weeks I had any glimmer of something that wasn’t crushing sadness was when I suggested to my husband that we take a trip during what would’ve been the baby’s due date. He thought it was a good