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Twenty-three years ago today, a nurse placed a doppler on my pregnant belly and proclaimed after searching diligently that she “couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat.” The doctor couldn’t when he checked a few moments later. An ultrasound confirmed what we suspected: my 38-week old son (gestation age) no longer had a heartbeat that let us know of his life. And thus began my own personal hell. One…
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