Late last night I logged onto Facebook and saw that one of my friends had posted a grim status update: her 6-week old nephew had died earlier that day apparently a victim of SIDS. I absolutely cannot fathom losing a child. I get sick to my stomach just thinking about the possibility.
I told Jackie about what had happened when we were out walking later last night. I told him that it made me not feel so bad about Piper waking up so often at night. It was as if she somehow telepathically heard me and decided to put my commitment to having a thankful attitude to the test because she woke up at 12, 2, 3, 4, and 5. Each time I went to her crib and gathered her little body next to mine, I thought of that poor mother who was likely awake with grief and suffering from breasts full of milk for the child she'd never nurse again. I wished I didn't need sleep and could somehow hold my precious baby all night.
Piper finally slept just as it was time for me to get up. And she's slept all morning just to mess with me more. I've been checking in on her off and on, holding my breath until I see her little chest rising and falling steadily, thankful that God has given me another night and day with her.