Here's a teaser excerpt:
In 1941, my grandmother was 22 and in labor with her second child. The baby was in distress. Afraid a C-section would kill her, the doctor let the infant die. The baby, a boy, was stillborn.
The decision was merciful. No one in our family has ever second-guessed it — most of all not my mother, a 5-year-old at the time.
"I needed my mother to survive. That doctor saved my life too."
Read the whole thing here.