Swoosh bang gone.

Did anyone happen to catch “The Today Show” this morning? They had a segment with a young couple that lost all three of their young children in a car accident. All. Three. Of. Them. A truck driver was speeding and rammed the mom from behind (don’t get dirty on me here, this is serious). She survived. I would not want to.

How unbelievably horrible is this? I mean all of us infertiles morn the losses of cycles gone past. Some of us even long for the children we once carried in our bellies. But none of us could possibly understand the level of heartbreak that would accompany such a loss. (Maybe I’m over generalizing here, but common, this isn’t an every day occurrence) How does someone bounce back from this kind of pain? That’s like the biggest cock tease on the planet. “O sure. Here are a few little tater tots. Wait, nevermind. These were promised to someone else. Sorry. My bad. Get back in line.”

Thankfully the couple is pregnant again. With triplets (the bastards are hogging all the babies now so expect several crap cycles around here folks). This just punched me in the gut again. With a goat. Two days in a row!!! Why so much death? Am I getting ready for another round of “Lesson Learning for Kathy”?

So the ballets are in, we’ve tallied the count, and the results? We now have two reasons to really thank our lucky stars.

1) none of us dropped dead in the street today while people stood around and talked about their crappy jobs, shitty boyfriends, or need for afternoon sugar.

2) none of us were blessed with an entire family only to have it yanked from us in one fell swoop by an apparently late-for-something truck driver.

God lessons = 2. Pitty parties for ourselves = new levels of numeric count that have not been identified as of yet.

God is sneaking up on us!!

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2 Responses to “Swoosh bang gone.”


  1. 1 Hilary (The Trying Game) November 14, 2007 at 12:28 pm

    You have certainly been dosed with your fair share of perspective-giving observations lately!

    Loved the post.

  2. 2 b November 14, 2007 at 2:47 pm

    I would not have wanted to survive either. If someone is trying to tell you how lucky you are..tell them to stop, you get it already!


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