The day we found out we lost Jay was one of the worst days of my life.  I was in complete denial and thought is was all a bad dream that I would soon wake up from. Two weeks before, I had come home from work exhausted, after all I was 22 weeks pregnant and a teacher at the beginning of the school year.  It was the first week of school for students, but my third week in a new school district. I didn’t know many people, which I think made things a little bit more difficult.  I laid down on the couch to rest and Baby J started moving…