With tears in my eyes, I read of a local baby's obituary- he was born and then died two days later, in the hospital. I felt my heart heavy for the parents, especially with reading about family; listing aunts/uncles, cousins, grandparents, dogs. Telling hint of having no other children.
A thought came up in my mind, Thank gods I never got to see any baby of mine to be born to die later. Might as well spare myself of that heartbreak with not having an uterus.
I felt a part of myself going *gasp*, J- you did NOT think that!
Then I felt terrible for thinking that.
I cannot imagine how painful it can be for the new parents to see their baby born, to die later on- there might be a medical condition, there might be a reason why the baby could not live long. Might be that the baby had no chance to live out of the mother's womb, or that there was no way to fix his body- we'd never know.
Nevertheless, I admire the new parents who lost their baby- perhaps they knew the baby will die. But they welcomed the time limited to them to love the baby. They had the strength and love for the little life, with its short existence on Earth.
My heart breaks for the parents, yet I envy them for having a child to love, even if it was just for two days. Insane, isn't it?