I stayed up most of the night with Zoe. I told Jen I'd wake her at 3 but I really had no intention of doing that.
While Jen was upstairs, a little boy in the room across from us was called home. He's a little button, and doctors have been working on him intensely for hours and hours.
His mom experienced the anguish you can never imagine. She mourned her son's loss, calling out "Oh my baby!" over and over again, and , "No!"
A nurse came to shut our doors, but even through our shut doors and her shut doors, I heard this mother struggle and stagger and cry out.
It's not my story, and I never want or wanted this blog to be painful or hard to read. But it's echoing in my head still, so I thought I'd tell you that we live in this broken place where there is no hope outside of Jesus. God send angels and people to console that mother.