Tonight I learned about the sudden death of a 17 month old little girl from a blog I read. In her post she wrote about this fellow blogger and her daughter. I have never heard of this precious little girl, but it did not matter. I am a mother and for that reason alone, we have a bond. I instantly clicked on the link to the home page of this family’s blog and read the only two posts about the sickness of the girl. The first post stated this little girl had a cough and congestion over the weekend. On Monday after a visit to her pediatrician she was sent to the emergency room by ambulance. In this post, although there was an obvious serious undertone, the mother joked about how handsome the EMT was. She obviously had no idea the seriousness of what was to come. The second post, written a day later, was written by a friend and not the mother. It said the little girl had passed away.
I instantly began thinking about Nolan and Griffin and what if that had been one of them? This little girl had a cough and congestion and passed away a day later. I have not read this blog in depth so I am not sure about her medical history. From the little bit I had read, it does seem like she had health issues, but still. This girl was born very premature, but Nolan was born premature too. She was seventeen months old. She was obviously a survivor. I thought about how this mom had no idea while riding in the ambulance with her precious child, her daughter would be gone the very next day. The tone in her blog post made that clear.
My heart instantly began aching for this mother and father. I cannot begin to fathom how a parent could survive the death of a child. I cannot imagine ANYTHING worse in the whole entire world. Losing a child would be crippling. My world would stop. How does a parent survive this and go on? I would rather experience the worst pain imaginable, if in return, Nolan and Griffin could be spared. I mean I would do anything.
