Something horrible happened to an old friend of mine last week…something so horrible that when I heard, I grabbed my children and just held them as close as I possibly could until Piper finally wriggled free. I don’t often think about how very lucky I am to have these two beautiful, healthy, happy babies…and it is so heartbreaking that it took a tragedy such as this to force me to realize this.
My friend was pregnant with twin girls…finally pregnant after years of trying. She gave birth to her girls at just 20 weeks pregnant; those girls were just 13 oz each. They lived for two hours.
I just can’t imagine the sorrow she must feel. I myself feel so helpless; I wish there was something I could do or say to help her through this terrible, terrible time, but what can I do? What can I offer that would take away her pain?
All I can do is hug my kids a little tighter, kiss them a little longer, love them for as long as I live, and
never, ever take them for granted.