Damian woke up in the middle of the night to an eerie scream from the baby's room. "Baby! My baby!"

Gasping, he ran into the room. His wife stood slouched over the crib. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Damian put his hand on her shoulder and peered into the crib. The three-month-old baby lay wrapped in a pink plaid, his lips already blue, he was dead. It was their second baby, who had died at three months old.