I remember holding my lifeless son. As he was pulled from my womb and placed on my chest, the paleness of his face and hands matched the creamy, white vernix on his skin. My husband said, with tears, it’s a boy! And I responded dry-eyed and heart contracting tightly, he’s not breathing. Life is a mysterious thing. All our learning, all our accumulated knowledge, and we still haven’t grasped the essence of it. We can hold all the ingredients of life in our hands, perfectly f