December 20, 2008
Disclaimer: On a depression level of 1-10, this rates a 15. Consider yourself warned.
For the last month my co-worker, who I’ll call Linda, has been on cloud 9. Her daughter was due to give birth to Linda’s grandchild, a girl, a few days ago. The past month has been filled with false alarms, each one adding to Linda’s excitement about the new addition. With each new schedule that was posted at work Linda would ask our fellow co-workers if they would be willing to work on their days off if her daughter’s bundle of joy arrived that week, “I’ll need time off to hold her”, she claimed.
Yesterday, my last day of vacation, I was at the local hospital taking my son to the doctor, when I ran into a co-worker.
“Did you hear about Linda?” she asked.
When I replied that I hadn’t she informed me that Linda’s granddaughter had arrived at 4 am that morning, perfectly healthy, but that there were some complications and that Linda’s daughter was in critical condition and not expected to make it.
Upon arriving at work this morning a co-worker met me at the door and told me that they were going to take her off life support. Brain dead, he told me. That is the last word I recieved.
Although I never met Linda’s daughter, my heart is breaking, and I am filled with sadness and tears for so many reasons, and for so many people. For Linda, for whom this was supposed to be such a happy time. For the unfairness of such a young life being cut short. For a young man thrust into single fatherhood. For a family, for whom Christmas will never be the same. Ever. For an infant who will never know her birth mother.
Why, in 2008, should someone die from childbirth? There are so many things that don’t make sense to me.
Please keep Linda and her family in her prayers.