I think the last straw was the woman I talked to in my OB/GYN’s waiting room last night. I recognized her bracelet; I asked her if she had a baby in the NICU. She had two–a boy and a girl, 31 weeks and 5 days. I empathized with how awful the NICU was…but all she did was talk about how wonderful they were there (same hospital where my daughter was born).
She was so happy. She was glowing. How can you be so happy when your babies are in the NICU?
How can you be so happy, period?