Monday, May 5, 2014 I sat on the edge of the tile tub, sobbing tears of silence. There was no safe place to let it out. No hum of electricity. No gushing water to drown out the sounds trying to break loose from my chest and mouth. Not even a…
Click Here to read Part One of this story. A knock sounded on our bedroom door. “Come in!” Our youth pastor poked his head in the door. “Hey, the nurse just called. There’s another c-section starting now.” He took a deep breath. “This is the one you should have been…