After 6 miscarriages, my wife finally gave birth to the daughter we prayed for — 18 years later, she sobbed, “Dad, you have no idea what Mom did”

Then one afternoon, while I was at work, my phone rang.

Camille was crying so hard I could barely understand her.

“The baby came early,” she said. “Warren, she’s alive. She’s okay. We have a daughter.”

I don’t remember shutting down my computer.

I remember driving too fast.