My world changed the day I went in for my 38 week visit. My husband and I were eagerly anticipating our little baby boy after a smooth pregnancy and we certainly didn’t expect any surprises two weeks before my due date. The doctor did some measuring and felt my large tummy and looked at my husband and I with concern. “The baby is much too small” he said calmly. He measured again and looked at my chart. His first thought was that my due date was incorrect, but I felt certain that the due date was correct.

After visiting a specialist the next day and hearing more words of concern, my husband and I {and our families} became very worried about this tiny baby inside me. I was quickly admitted to the hospital and they began to induce labor.  After two long days of laboring {that felt more like two years of anxious waiting and worry} our little David was born. And the room was silent. No one spoke. David didn’t cry. It was just quiet. And completely terrifying.

After a few moments, I heard whispering on the other side of the room. As the doctors and nurses bent over David, I heard their hushed tones, but couldn’t make out any words. “Tell me what’s wrong,” I begged. “Please let me hold him before you take him away.”  Slowly, my husband carried him across the room and introduced me to our tiny, new son. With careful words he recounted what the doctors observed…

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