Twice I was hospitalized in this same room, stared at its four walls, prayed for my unborn child and myself. Upon discharge the second time I remarked, “Next time I am here in this room it will be with my new baby.” My hopeful words were spoken but would never come to pass. – A haze of sadness in December, baby is lost, passed in the ER six stories below Room 637 – Today, May 25, 2008, my due date. I make my rounds in the hospital looking in on new moms and their precious bundles. I enter Room 637 as a caretaker, not a patient. She holds her child and glows in the light of newborn love – An aching sadness washes over me yet my smile does does not betray these feelings lurking just beneath the surface. I wish the best for her. Yet how desperately I long to be her, holding my newborn baby with my family hovering all around me. How I long for you on this day, May 25, 2008, the day you should have been born.