Nine months ago, I found out my girlfriend was two months pregnant. Eight months ago, we heard our baby's heartbeat for the first time. Seven months ago, we found out we were having a boy. Six months ago, we decided that we were naming our boy Asher. Five months ago, we bought a small two bedroom apartment together. Four months ago, we had our last anniversary together. Three months ago, they were able to save Asher, but not her. Two months ago, Asher had grown, but still had to be in the NICU. One month ago, Asher still wasn't okay and neither was I. Today, I was finally able to take him home.