Baby Stories

There have been two in the news lately - one sad and one happy. I am just thrilled to pieces on the story about the world’s smallest baby who survived after being born with less weight than a coke can (imagine that!). She was 9.4 inches tall, which was less than half of what my son was at birth and he was early by 2 weeks himself. I am glad we have the technology to make miracles happen and help keep the life within a tiny being that would have had no chance a few years ago.

It also kind of makes you wonder how some people will move heaven and earth to keep a 26-week-old-pregnancy baby alive while some will do the same and more to have the right to kill an even older child since the baby is still in the mother’s womb.

As for the sad story about the expectant mom strangled so another woman could cut out her baby and pretend it was her own, it was awful. I can so see the fancies, fears, wishes and hopes the pregnant lady must have harbored in her heart for little girl, it breaks my heart to think she was killed before she could even see her baby. It is nice to see the baby is doing well after being brought into the world in such a heinous fashion, but I really feel for the mom who is not here anymore. I went through my entire pregnancy trying to imagine what my baby would be like and what it would be like the first time I saw him. I feel for anyone who had to miss out on it.