So I follow this blog about a mommy of twins and triplets. The triplets are just infants and were born premature at 28 weeks. One of the sweet boys, Logan, went to be with the Lord on January 30. I read her blog of how she keeps going with her other children. And how she pushes just one more day. One of her posts talked about how a lady at a store asked her if both sets of twins were hers and she said ...well the babies aren't twins they are actually triplets. The woman asked her where the 3rd baby was and she couldn't bring herself to say he died, so she just told her he wasn't with them. And then she tells how her oldest daughter was screaming to stop at the hospital one day when they rode by because "she wanted to see Logan." The mom told her Logan wasn't there anymore, he was in heaven. And the little girl kept screaming how she wanted to go see him!
I can't imagine how hard that must be. To lose one of your precious babies and to still have to keep going for your other children and family. I wouldn't be able to get out of bed, let alone take care of other people. It has really made me step back and think about how selfish I am. I bitched and complained about how horrible it was to take care of Noah when he was sick with the stomach flu and an ear infection. One baby. Who was sick. For barely a week. How selfish can you get?! Gah I feel like such a horrible person now. I am so blessed to have a very happy and healthy baby. Who is rarely sick. And who is with me every day. I can only pray I never have to go through what that mother is going through. And I can only thank the Lord every day for giving me this sweet angel to love. He is my heart. My life. And I am beyond blessed to have my sweet Noah.