Sophia’s tiny hand was minuscule compared to Jason’s index finger. Her slightly bent digits wrapped gently around his seemingly monstrous ones as she clinged to each second of breath she had left in her. At 9 oz, Sophia’s delicate frame fit neatly into one adult-sized hand. Her head, the size of a softball, carried with it theContinue reading “For Sophia and Evelyn: Why We Walk the March for Babies”