One delivered a healthy full term boy named Reid. This baby was much wanted, and long awaited. He and his family are special to my heart because I am familiar with the struggle of wanting a child and having to wait so long for your dream to become a reality. My heart was full of joy when I got the text announcing his arrival a week before schedule (how did he know his mom couldn't WAIT to meet him?!). Welcome wee Reid.
And because life is extremely precious and unfair, the other delivered a beautiful girl named Faith who lived no longer than one hour on this earth. She was born at 22 weeks and and although she had a strong heart, she was unable to breathe. Her mom has been on bed rest for the past six weeks, trying to keep baby safe inside. My heart breaks for my friend and her husband. I cannot imagine the pain they are feeling, dealing with the loss of their perfect 1 lb child. I am happy they got to hold her in their arms for a short while before she passed, so they could release her to God knowing that she knew she was oh so loved.
Why does this happen? Why does one baby live and another dies? Why can some people procreate at the drop of a hat and others have to try, try, try until they cry? Life isn't fair and it doesn't make sense. Maybe that's what makes it beautiful - that it's fleeting and complicated. Life's challenges remind us not to take what we do have for granted. Ever. Because you never know when everything can change and you're left feeling like life has punched you in the nuts. Or give you the gift you've been waiting for. The yin and yang of life.
I'm hugging my baby extra close these days. His life is a beautiful and precious miracle.