I just heard from the hubby that our friends Vanessa and Oscar have just lost their new born baby boy. He had heart complications and died from cardiac arrest this morning. I can so relate. The hubby and I experienced the same thing just last year. The wound it left us is still raw and healing from the loss is a continuous process for us.
A few weeks from now, it will be our son’s first birth and death anniversary. While their son had lived for a few days, ours only lived for four hours. Four short and agonizing hours. The pain was indescribable. Somehow, I feel they’re luckier than us because he’s their second child while baby Pippo is our first. But then, losing a loved one is the worst tragedy of all that feeling this sense of luck is irrelevant at this time.