This essay originally aired on February 4, 2015.
August 28th, 2012 was the most difficult day of my life. That morning at work, I received a call from my wife. She was nearing full term of her pregnancy with our second child. She had recently been to the doctor who gave her a clean bill of health, and we were excitedly preparing to welcome this new child into our home.
I picked up the phone and she wasted no time saying “Come home now. Something's wrong.”