I just got back from El Paso...and I'll get to that.
But...this is first.
My friends had a baby last week, October 11th. A beautiful baby girl named Divya.
She weighed 6 lbs. and was 19.5 inches long.
She has a 5 year old big brother, who at first wanted a baby brother-until I told him a sister was better, because he would not have to share his 'boy toys' with her.
She passed away on the 14th.
It was unexpected, and there is no rhyme or reason as to why.
The assumption right now is that it was SIDS...not that is matters really, because it will not bring her back.
I did not get to meet her.
She will not celebrate her first birthday or Christmas or Halloween.
She will not wear all the tiny pink clothes that awaited her.
She will not fight with her big brother.
But she did feel love and I suppose that whatever the length of one's life is, that is the ultimate goal.
When things like this happen, I do not understand. I do not know what to say to the parents of this beautiful baby girl that anxiously awaited her arrival. I don't know how you move past this or feel better.
She lived for 3 days. I have to believe there is a reason for her short life in order to make sense of my own. I am going to try hard to remember when I am complaining about Monday's that this little girl never lived through one. I am going to try hard to remember when I am complaining about anything that her mom and dad have an empty crib and empty hearts.
Rest in peace, Divya.
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