Broken heart....

This past Sunday Cory and I visited some friends in the hospital that lost their first baby during labor. My heart was truly breaking for them. After I heard about it on Saturday I thought of little else and prayed for little else. I feel so badly for the both of them, but my heart was truly breaking for that poor mother, who loved that little baby that moved within her. I knew that this was only the beginning of their pain....of her pain. I know it is going to be hard when they go home today to that decorated nursery without a baby in their arms. As they have to box up the little boy clothes, blankets, and toys. When her milk comes in, and it's painful, and she had no baby to hold to remind her that the pain is all worth it. It is going to be hard as she heals from her cesarian. Because I've just had a baby I ached all the more for her because I cannot imagine how that would truly feel, and every time I did try to imagine it, I would cry for her. I am sure they never imagined they'd be planning a funeral for their new baby.

For the past few days I've been savoring, even more than I have, my little boy. As I hold him I thank my Heavenly Father for my healthy children, but I can't help but wonder what is going to be the HUGE trial we are going to be faced with; something that will truly test us. I'm not asking to be tested, don't get me wrong, but it just doesn't seem fair sometimes that some people have such painful things to go through (loosing a child being one of the hardest). I know 7 women who have lost their babies or a child, many of those their firsts....I just can't imagine. I realize, more than ever how precious life is. We have to love and enjoy those around us every day because we all have our time. No regrets.

The knowledge that the gospel gives me brings me much peace. I know that they will have their little boy again one day. I also know that in the midst of trials come great blessings and tender mercies from the Lord; this case was no exception. It's just had me thinking a lot the past few days. So go and hug your little ones and those you love. Life is really too short.

I just read this quote today, by Orson F. Whitney:

No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God... and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire.