my confession
My son was born with catastrophic brain damage. In the first 12 to 24 hours, we were faced with constant updates and changing information about whether he would live, and if he did live, what his life might look like. When it became very clear that any "life" he had would be entirely in a hospital, with a feeding tube, never to open his eyes, hear my voice, respond to any of us, obviously, my heart and my dreams for life with him were shattered.