Still, my boyfriend and I got married, then moved into a new apartment with room for a nursery, and assumed our happy little family might yet work out. Months later, though, I would go into preterm labor and give birth to my baby girl. Margaret Hope was only 22 weeks, tiny and fragile, and weighing just under a pound. For months afterward I tried to make sense of the tragedy, and did everything I could to survive it. My husband immediately placed him on my chest, and this time, my baby and I looked into each other’s eyes.

Source: New York Times October 07, 2020 19:30 UTC