My best friend from college, my roommate for two years and friend for many years after, got some of the worst news that can be gotten today. After having two months to come to terms that she would be receiving a new adopted son, she had met the birth mother, had chosen out the furniture. Had begun the process of emotionally recognizing herself as a mother, after years of infertility.
The baby was born premature on Saturday morning. I had a call, in a daze, the next day and I spent the day at Babies r' Us, finding some preemie stuff and loading it up to get to her today. But today, the baby is back with his birth mother...the mother had changed her mind. If I know my friend, and I feel sure I do, she's on the bathroom floor right now, unable to move.
It's breaking my heart to know she's going through this. Breaking my heart, and makes me worried for her. How do you come back from something like this? How do you keep on looking for the silver lining, always trusting that things will "work out" when life keeps handing you hard times after bad luck on a rusted silver platter?
He's a preacher. She runs an after-school program for needy kids. They've been dating since they were 14, married since 21, and they are the exception to my every rule on the whole...find yourself stuff that "must" occur beofre marriage. If they fall apart, I will fall apart and convince myself that nothing can ever stand a chance if those two don't make it.
I'm angry. And confused, and I just dont understand how....well, how bad things happen to good people. Isn't that a book title?
It's the eternal struggle, I know. They're not the first or the last to experience heartache, but I want to protect them from it. I want to have them have the good things, and I can take the bad things, because they deserve it.
They're such religious people, that I wonder how all this is affecting them. Is it making their faith stronger or weaker, is it bringing them comfort or anger? I don't know. Not yet. I'm giving her lots of space at this point, knowing that people need that time on the bathroom floor sometimes and knowing also that I have no words that will bring any resemblance of comfort.
Maybe I'll have something more coherent in the morning - tonight I'll sleep. And wonder what on earth to pray for.
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This is so hard. Bless their hearts and bless that baby's heart and the mother's heart and I hope that somehow, some way, some day, it all works out.
Man - that is terrible news. I'm so sad for them. Its hard to understand why bad things happen, and its hard to really dish out the usual "well everything happens for a reason" because that never helps until after something good has happened that puts things in perspective. *sigh* I think these are times when you just have to send up prayers for comfort for them - that's all you can do.
Oh, that's got to be really hard. I hope something really good comes their way soon.
Thanks everyone. You know what though...something better is coming their way. It's truly unbelievable sometimes how things work out.
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