Those words will be etched in our hearts forever. We both turned into complete puddles-moaning and letting out the most awful sounds. It was a pain I never knew that I could feel. The look in my husbands eyes was complete dispair and disbelief. We both looked at each other and suddenly realized...how are we possibly going to tell our kids? They have been waiting like us...excited, wanting to buy everything baby they could find, asking me everyday...how many days mom? The devastation was unbearable.

And then...all the questions from the hospital staff. You need to decide how you want to deliver. We need to know when you want to deliver, it needs to be soon. Here is some information on grieving. Your doctor can not be called it is her weekend off. Is there anyone you want to call. There is a champlain that can see you. Unbelieveable, we were both thinking it. We need to make these serious decisions right now? We were numb and angry and we thought this just might be a bad dream. We started to call our immediate family and our pastor. We could barely speak...the persons on the other line were just as distraught.

I do remember my sister, Sherri, telling me over and over that they were on the way they would be here as fast as they could. My dad was frantically trying to reach my mom who was not answering her cell phone. Cory's mom and sister Andrea came right away as we sat there stunned and incredibly lost in a million thoughts.

We decided to go home and tell the kids, pack for the hospital and wait for the family to arrive which we so desperately needed to be there to face this tragedy. We could not do it alone.