It was my 30th Birthday and I got a phone call that a close cousin of mine suddenly died at 23 years old. Two and a half weeks later I was in labor with my son and my father too passed with a heart attack. My husband and I found out first because my mother wasn't home, she was at my house watching my 2 year old. The police came and informed us an hour after giving birth. It was almost 5 months ago now but the whole thing was so shocking that I can barely think of the chain of events as I brought my son into the works just two hours after my father died. I sent him a picture of my son to his phone and he never got it. I was talking with him just 20 minutes before he died. The timing has been so hard to deal with. My son makes me so happy but I know his birthday us surrounded by so much sadnes. When I think of giving birth to him I find it hard to breath. Supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I feel like nobody can even come close to understanding unless they have experienced this awful rollercoaster.