It began with a trickle. But the trickle was pink. And that’s not a good color to find on your bedsheet when you’re pregnant. But when I felt the rush of fluid while heading in the hospital doors, touched my soaking pants and came away with fingers wet with red, my intermittant nervous tears turned into full weeping. It was too late. I just knew it. At nearly 15 weeks, this baby was gone. When I continued to see an overwhelming amount of reddish pink on the ER bed sheets, the  ...