DISCLAIMER: Anna is fine, just a sinus infection.
Last night when we were at the hospital, a story came to mind
"For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn."
That's the entire work. It's been said he was dared to write the shortest story ever, something like that. I don't know. What I do know is that it's a timeless story without regard for social class, wealth, religion or upbringing. It could happen to anyone, at any time. Wren wrote about the young couple and the mother and grandmother who were too lazy to wait for a doctor with a baby's head injury. I hope they don't live this story, but I have a bad feeling they might.
Your child's welfare is more important than yours. Period. They didn't choose to be here; they have no decision-making abilities, nor do they know how to take care of themselves. They are fragile, and innocent, and precious. If you ever put yourself above your child's needs, you are a selfish monster, simple as that. Countless people want children but for whatever reason can't (or even won't) have one.
I hope that baby is okay. I don't want to find that ad in the paper.