We went in on Dec 18th for the last Dr visit before the delivery, which was scheduled for the 27th. The doctor couldn't hear a heart beat, so we went to the hospital and confirmed the baby had died - so the next morning he was delivered.

I remember a lot of things about that morning, but one of the things I remember most was when it was time to call the morgue to schedule them to come get the body. I just remember thinking that I had no idea when to tell them. Would we have enough time with him before they took him? It was kind of a hopeless feeling, with no playbook to go by. Ultimately, they came mid-afternoon - so we had quite a bit of time for our children to hold him, get pictures and hand/feet molds done. It was a special time, and ultimately I think we had the right amount of time for us.