I was crying as I walked to my car.
The fact that I passed didn’t help in the least. I was devastated for those parents that had only gone in to check positioning on their child that was scheduled for induction in three days’ time, and walked out with an induction in the afternoon to deliver their baby that had perished before they ever got to hold him.
In fact, I was downright sobbing.
My heart was ripped in two, and people were giving me strange looks as I walked through the parking garage, walking around the levels rather than taking the stairs or the elevator.
When I finally made it to the top where students were required to park, I was relieved to see it.
I needed to sit down. It was getting hard to see past my tears, and I was plain exhausted.