Nearly one year ago our rainbow baby came into this world on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day. I often wondered during my pregnancy if the longing for a rainbow baby would make parenthood seem much more glamorous than its raw reality. Would I have days that left me regretting my choice to become a parent? Would those days leave me feeling like I wanted my old life back? Would I have quality time for conversations and nights out with my husband, or would I be consumed in rainbow baby land, unable to pull myself out of the feeling that my baby needed me at all times? Would the NICU nurse in…