They told us at the hospital that my water had broken and there were only 1 in a million odds that he would be okay. I was only 21 weeks and 2 days. Every doctor we talked to thought that my body was starting to go into labor and told us that he would most likely be born alive but die soon afterwards. They do not attempt resuscitation until after 22 weeks. What horrified me the most (besides the loss of my beloved child, obviously) was the prospect of watching him die. Would we have to watch him gasp for air? Would he be in pain? The entire situation was awful, but that seemed like too much to handle. I had never prayed so hard in my life, begging for his survival. But I had a strong feeling that he wasn't going to make it. So I changed my prayers. On the way home from the hospital, I started praying that if he was going to pass away, that it could be peaceful, we wouldn't have to witness it, that the situation would be over with as quickly as possible. I kid you not, I...