I have been having an emotional week. A friend from a past ward had her twin boys way early. I think they were at 28 weeks. These two babies were so tiny and adorable when I saw the pictures. I found out just 2 days ago, that one of them, baby Samuel, had passed away. It took my breath away.
I remember. I know. I am heartbroken for my friend and her husband. They have such a hard road ahead of them. As I contemplate this situation, I am not sure if having their baby Benjamin here will be worse or better. On the one hand, she won't have totally empty arms. She has a baby to love and snuggle and raise. Yet, every time she holds him, she will be thinking of his brother, who she cannot hold and snuggle.
I remember when I was pregnant with my twins. I had a mantra, not a particularly positive one: Two of EVERYTHING for the REST of my life. And it's true. But as I think about these twins who are now separated, I'm so sad. My friend should be able to complain about the stress of twins, how hard it is to figure out the new parenting style required.
My heart is broken, all over again. Brittney and Jeremy, you are not alone!!!
