I know she didn’t want to do it. It was the last thing we could’ve ever planned for. But life comes at you fast and here we were, three months after taking home our second daughter, walking back into a hospital hand-in-hand. Only this time it was for something much more daunting and potentially, much more sinister.
We jumped into an elevator with doctors and nurses all buzzing about their days. One complained that they didn’t have the right shoes on. This was something I could understand - I don’t think I had the right shoes on either because if I did we’d just walk ourselves right out of here.