My worst fear has happened to another friend. The thing we feared for so long--a premature birth too early for intervention--happened yesterday. I found out this morning. Their son was 20 weeks gestation. She's half way across the country and I want to pack up the car to go help her however I can. I'm quite sure that wouldn't be helpful for her at all right now, so I won't. But I just don't know what to do and I cope by doing.
So, if you're the praying kind of person, please pray for her, for her husband, and for their son. And say a few more prayers for everyone that comes in contact with them so that they will be spared insensitive comments, painful reminders (not that they will be forgetting anytime soon), and instead will be given the solace they need to find a new normal in life after losing their child.
About Me
- notsosmallfries
- I started this blog as a way to share updates and information about my high-risk pregnancy with family and friends. Sometimes it gets overwhelming telling the same stories over and over. Plus, I try not to dwell on news when it isn't good. This way, family and friends can know what is happening if they are interested.
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