Another dead kid. Yesterday Cherie discovered that Kelly had delivered a stillborn kid.
I just don’t understand what going’s on. We’ve never had anything like this happen before.
Fifteen kids have been born this month, and only eight of them are alive now. And we lost Marla, and Jack, and Tobi. A brutal month.
Hopefully Kelly will be OK. Only Juliette remains in this cycle.
We are so ready for this season to end.
As I type this, I am thinking of a line from Wendell Berry’s great poem from which I took the name of this blog. I am trying to be joyful, though I have considered all the facts.