Almost one year ago, my baby boy arrived three weeks before he was due. I had gone to my doctor’s office for a routine stress test, and since I wasn’t feeling great, asked my husband to come with me at the last minute. When the nurse said, “We need to send you to the hospital for monitoring,” I was stunned. Still, my doctor assured me everything was probably normal, and I’d get to go home later that day. My husband dropped me off so he could get our hospital bags just in case. Two hours later, “just in case” turned into our doctor’s announcement: “You’re going to have a baby…