It was dark by the time I awoke to find myself on the floor. The photos of my unborn child were still lying in my lap.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but the exhaustion of everything I had been through made me realize that I definitely needed more rest.

I pulled myself up from the floor, my joints protesting the movement after being in that awkward position for hours.

After a stretch, I opened the bedroom door and moved to the living room, which was dim, lit only by a ...