Warning: This post will be sad.
Last week, when Matt got home, he shared some sad sad news about a co-worker.
I guess the wife of his co-worker was approximately 6 months pregnant. She was having complications and had had many miscarriages prior to this pregnancy.
Matt informed me the baby had died and the wife had to deliver their child.
I lost it. I'm sure Matt lost it on the drive home.
At church the following Sunday, we asked people to pray for them. I lost it again. The sermon was so good & the guest speaker told a story of a father/son relationship involving baseball.
I lost it again. I had to fight going into the ugly cry.
Then last night, Matt said the co-worker was back at work. I asked, "Did you talk to him?"
"No. Megan, I don't know what to say & I'm afraid if I try to talk I'll start crying and he doesn't need that."
"Yeah, I feel like we should do something though. Maybe Matt, the guy just needs a hug."
"Hmmm, ya, you might be right."
So the family buried their first child and I can't stop thinking about them.
Sorry to be so 'debbie downer.' We were just thrown a fastball right down the gut of reality. It's good to get a reality check every once in a while.