Losing a baby at 21 weeks was a profound heartbreak that reshaped our lives forever. Katie and I were overjoyed about the pregnancy, but during a routine ultrasound, the technician’s sudden departure sent chills down our spines. The doctor soon entered, tears streaming, and explained that our baby had anencephaly, a condition where the skull doesn’t form properly. The gravity of the situation hit us hard—continuing the pregnancy posed a significant risk to Katie’s life, with the baby having no chance of survival outside the womb. I was numb, struggling to process the devastating news. Katie, always the stronger one, was initially considering carrying the baby to term despite the immense risks. The doctor gently but firmly explained that there was a seven in ten chance Katie would die if we continued with the pregnancy. The baby, if it survived birth, would die almost immediately upon exposure to oxygen. It took me many years to fully process all this to be able to have the breath to even talk about it.