There are some things I don't think I'll ever understand. A friend of mine just had a baby girl last week. Little Adalyn has a Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia, meaning that there is a hole in her diaphragm that allowed her organs to all congregate in her chest cavity. When this happens, it stunts the growth of the baby's lungs. Ady is in the NICU awaiting surgery right now; at the hospital she's at, babies are in beds numbered from 1-50 something, with bed one being the most severely ill. Ady is in bed 3. She should be having surgery to repair her diaphragm and move her organs back to where they belong on either Monday or Tuesday, provided she's healthy enough. She's facing a very long road.
Her mom is a friend that I've known casually since college. She's close to a close friend of mine and is a teacher. We all went to dinner on Friday night and talked for a while, and then I came home and cried. She's pretty much in the exact same place I was in three years ago, and seeing her shell-shocked look and the fear in her eyes brought a lot back. It really sucks that someone else has to watch their baby go through hell. It really sucks that someone else has to wonder if she'll get to bring her baby home or not.
I don't understand it. Why this happens to parents who have babies that were planned for and eagerly anticipated is beyond me. I see these good people going through hell, and then I read news stories about people who abuse or kill their children, and it makes my head spin. Why are evil, abusive people able to have children that they subject to a lifetime of suffering? Why do innocent babies have to struggle for life while evil people have perfect health?
I hope that I was able to be of some help to Adalyn's mom. It's hard to know if the things you're saying are helping or making things worse. I hope that my experiences with Kenneth are able to help other people. It helps me to think that there was some sort of good purpose in all of the bad.
Her mom is a friend that I've known casually since college. She's close to a close friend of mine and is a teacher. We all went to dinner on Friday night and talked for a while, and then I came home and cried. She's pretty much in the exact same place I was in three years ago, and seeing her shell-shocked look and the fear in her eyes brought a lot back. It really sucks that someone else has to watch their baby go through hell. It really sucks that someone else has to wonder if she'll get to bring her baby home or not.
I don't understand it. Why this happens to parents who have babies that were planned for and eagerly anticipated is beyond me. I see these good people going through hell, and then I read news stories about people who abuse or kill their children, and it makes my head spin. Why are evil, abusive people able to have children that they subject to a lifetime of suffering? Why do innocent babies have to struggle for life while evil people have perfect health?
I hope that I was able to be of some help to Adalyn's mom. It's hard to know if the things you're saying are helping or making things worse. I hope that my experiences with Kenneth are able to help other people. It helps me to think that there was some sort of good purpose in all of the bad.
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