We walked into the city hospital hand-in-hand, the empty car seat swinging from my hubby’s open arm. Taking a deep breath, I tried to slow my racing heart. It was late December, the thick winter jacket and matching scarf felt like a straight jacket and noose. The... This website uses cookies to improve your experience. We'll assume you're ok with this, but you can opt-out if you wish. Cookie settingsACCEPT Privacy & Cookies Policy
