My son Orion's birthday was on March sixth. He would've been ten this year. He was born with a rare form of spina bifida called anencephaly -- he was born missing the top of his head and most of his brain. I was in labor for three days with a baby I couldn't keep. I could see his raisin-like brain in his skull once he was born. He was black from the neck up due to medications I was given during labor. I delivered him a month to the day after my nineteenth birthday. A week later we buried him.