Be strong and patient, Tj! I’ve walked this path you’re now on. The day my daughter was born, she was rushed to the I.C.U. I had only cradled her small hand in mine for a few hours before I had to bear her through those doors in my own arms. For weeks, I waited, praying she would come out of there. I cried, I aged, I compressed a lifetime of grief into a matter of days. But in the end, she took the plunge, and now we have a blast playing and dancing together. My thoughts are with you, as one day you will be able to take your daughter’s hand and walk with her. All my prayers are for you.