I didn't want to leave. The hospital had become a safe haven. Keeping the world out and my husband and I wrapped in a warm cocoon of comfort.
Leaving meant we would have to face the hard realities that we were coming home without our baby. That we would somehow have to tell our boys they wouldn't have a baby brother. And our youngest son’s 4th birthday party that was supposed to happen in two days, would have to be cancelled.
And leaving meant driving home from the hospital during rush hour in the largest blizzard the Chicago area saw this winter.
It was so hard to leave.
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