Around Annabella's first birthday, I started to get questions about whether or not we'd have another child. Let's just say that I had a difficult time with that question. I had a hard time understanding how people could ask us that, knowing Annabella's story. I wasn't mad, mind you, simply confused. My standard answer was usually a blank stare followed by some stammering recount of what we'd been through. They usually changed the subject.
In actuality, the real reason I had trouble with that question was the lack of answers to all the questions I had. I dissected every aspect of Dawn's pregnancy and Annabella's birth trying to understand what happened. Why did this happen to my wife? Why did this happen to Annabella? What happened to the third trimester? What happened to Lamaze classes? What happened to bringing the baby home right away? What did we do wrong?
The innocence and blind faith I started with was replaced with confusion and uncertainty. No wonder the thought of having another child yielded a blank stare.
Today though, 30 weeks into Dawn's second pregnancy, I still have no good answers to my questions. We've made it past Annabella's 26 weeks and are doing everything in our power to get this boy home safe and sound. I'm as optimistic as I can be but my nerves are shot. If someone could just answer my questions, give me some sign that it's going to be OK, I think I could breath easier and maybe let go of this burden.
I'm tired of the scared, uncertain dad. I want my innocence back so I can just be a proud and excited.
- the Dad, written in Minnesota, doing his part to give the Mom time to rest and the boy time to grow









