It was the baby's heart.  He was born, blessed and cremated.
I try not to get blown around with life,  like a leaf in the wind.  I have a niece who is a crack whore, I quit counting babies at #8, who all get taken by the state.   My sister and brother-in-law are loving, kind people who could never conceive.  This hardworking, loving young lady having to labor and deliver a dead baby.  We are having a baby shower at work for a young lady about as far in her pregnancy.
Life is a tapestry, we are each colorful thread interwoven to create intricate, beautiful art.