My goodness. I feel like I have been a wreck lately. For some reason I've been hearing a lot about others' pain, and since becoming a mother I really take it on as my own...and we're talking strangers (Jill, I might make you cry again). The more you have, the more you have to be ripped away from you in a moment's notice...

A friend of mine has a friend (and mind you, I don't one bit know this girl other than her picture on her MySpace profile and the headline "we can't wait to meet our baby girl"). Anyway, she gave birth to a stillborn a couple days ago. I don't know her, but man has it made me sad. I just cannot imagine...I can't imagine going into labor, thinking that within 24 hours I'm going to be a mom...I can't imagine coming out of the hospital seeing all the other moms taking their babies home...I can't imagine coming back to a nursery that was all ready for a little girl...I can't imagine people who don't know what happened asking me "how's your baby?" and then falling apart all over again.

I was reading a CNN article earlier this week about this baby's birth they had covered on 1/1/08 who ended up dying after being shaken by his father a few months later. They had this picture of the little boy where he was just adorable but had all these tubes going into his nose and mouth. How sad.

I was at the Y last week watching Bringing Home Baby while I worked out, and they were showing new parents of twins who'd had trouble conceiving, so the wife's sister was a surrogate. Anyway, they went back to a little boy that the mother had given birth to a couple years ago who was so premature he only lived a day or two. I was about to lose it right there on the arc trainer.

They've been running the Care-a-Thon on AM 750 the last couple days, and since I am a talk radio junkie, I've had it on at work. The Care-a-Thon is a fundraiser supporting the Aflac Cancer Center at Scottish Rite (if you want to donate, you can go to wsbradio.com). They've had parents of children who survived cancer and children who lost the battle telling their stories. Ugh.

So many things that can happen, and so much pain out there. I was a softie before (ok, under the surface, anyway), but now....man.

Hopefully a more uplifting post next time...