I opened up an email this morning from a group of great mamas I am a part of. Though the subject warned have tissues ready, I expected something like "I won't be able to make it to the Easter egg hunt" or "my daughter bonked her little brother on the head with a Barbie". No such luck.
I can't focus. Think. Stop crying. Stop clutching onto my birthday girl. Go pick up cupcakes and her favorite birthday dinner.
A proud and wonderful mommy, lost her precious 6 week old in the night. She kissed him and tucked him in bed for the last time.