A coupon blog I follow posted a guest post a couple days ago entitled “When Money is the Last Thing on Your Mind.” The title got my attention so I clicked on it.
And it literally broke my heart.
I’m glad the TV was loud while Chris was watching a Hellboy cartoon (yes, I typed that correctly…unfortunately), so he couldn’t hear me sobbing. It consumed me with sadness. And it’s making me cry just typing it.
It’s not just her story (don’t get me wrong, that is gut-wrenching on its own), but the idea that a mom would have to bury a child seems so painful.
It makes me think of my sister, my strong, resilient sister and burying Isabella. It makes me think of how consumed I was when Elliott was born and my fear of her dying (of SIDS, of being dropped, of suffocation, of drowning, of accidentally banging her head on the wall as I walked…).
I just want to keep my babies safe. And what happened to this lady is a nightmare, but somehow she was able to write about it (the accident ) before she even buried her little son.
So here’s the blog post which then links to her blog.
Read it and then go check on your babies.