I just learned that a family I “know” through blogging has lost their baby girl tonight.
I’ve spent most of the day in my head and wondering why I can’t ever feel right, even when everything around me is going well. Then I hear this news and I feel sick to my stomach.
I feel sick because a poor innocent child who has struggled for her whole short life has lost her battle. I feel sick for the mother who had to watch her tiny, frail child breathe her last breath. I feel sick because I have beautiful, healthy, happy children and I am ruminating on small and insignificant things and feeling miserable about it.
I can even begin to imagine the pain that these parents are feeling. Their baby was only 3 weeks younger than my baby E. Tonight I rocked him to sleep and kissed his forehead good night. Tonight that mother held her baby for the last time and kissed her forehead good-bye.