After a bad night last night full of dreams of being in the Dr's office and finding out about the M/C, reliving the pain and anguish and complete and utter devastation over and over again, I was having a pretty shitty day.
But it can always be worse. So much worse. It could always be this.
As bad as mine was, I can't imagine this. I can't comprehend the devastation and courage and heartbreak that breathing must be for them right now. The most recent news was that Jillian is not doing well and they are saying goodbye to her tonight.
I can only pray for a miracle. For them. For little Jillian. Fight baby fight. Fight to stay with the ones who love you.
Tonight, my tears are not for me.