I went onto my Facebook today where I am friends with several parents I know thru Ronald McDonald House. We all became a family while staying there.
This morning thru FB I discovered that one of the couples that shared the room next to mine lost their son today. He was almost 5 months old.
I read the post and all I could do was say "no" and cried.
I always worry about the other babies still at the hospital or recently released. Daxton, Payton, Kinsley, Landon, Corbin, JJ, ReAsia, Alanha and more. It is almost like a twisted drug for me, the need to know they are doing good. It is crushing when I hear when they aren't doing well or worse.
It only reinforces that I need to get my nursing degree so I can help, one way or another.