But what devastated me this week is this question: where did this
part of Owen’s body go? What did the surgical staff do with it? Did
they throw it away? Was it put in a Bio-Hazard container? Was it
incinerated? A part of my baby?
Please do not provide me the answer. Not this week.
Because a God-given and important part of Owen’s body was discarded
thoughtlessly and routinely. Along with countless other foreskins that
once belonged to other precious baby boys.