I just found myself watching a segment on Oprah about a couple in Arkansas who lost their baby boy (named Eliot) after only 99 days with him. I saw a video on youtube once about them and how they released 99 balloons to celebrate his life, but I avoided watching it because I was pregnant and about to be induced when I ran across it. I watched the TV, literally sobbing with my own Elliott on my chest while he struggled to lift his head and look around. I put him on his back again and thanked God for my baby, and Elliott looked up at me and smiled the same way David does when I cry over something on TV.
It gave me a jolt of perspective (which is always refreshing) about what a joy it is to answer the cries of my grunty, gassy baby who is healthy and happy. Even when running on next to no sleep.
That is so true! Despite the hard parts it is such a blessing!
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