When my daughter was born, we were elated. We had been trying for a child for almost ten years. Now in our late thirties, we had nearly given up on ever having a baby of our own. But miraculously my wife Kelsey became pregnant. No one had ever seen two people happier than us when we delivered a healthy little girl. Kelsey named her Faith. It was sort of an ode to our long ordeal and the faith we had that someday we’d have a child.
Our happiness lasted for exactly a week. We had slept through the night, which was not something we expected to do for a long time. The baby monitor hadn’t made a peep. I woke up slowly and checked the time. 8am? Faith hadn’t woken us up at all? Read the full story here 
