I woke up early to shower and get things ready for the day with tears streaming down my face.  We dropped Michaela off at daycare very early and headed to the hospital. It was a long, quiet drive.  What do you say when you know you are on the way to the hospital to deliver your child, but you won’t be taking him home? When we walked through the hospital doors, I lost it.  I could not believe I was walking in to a hospital where I was about to deliver my baby who was no longer alive.  My husband embraced me and helped me walk to the elevator. Still…