let's face - we often take things for granted.
when we wake up, we expect the sun to be shining & breakfast already on the table. when we prepare to go to work, we expect the car to run, traffic to be bearable & the office a temporary sojourn for the next 8 hours or so. while at work, we expect to kids to be at school & when we get home, dinner to be ready.
most times, that happens.
sometimes, things go wrong a bit. we wake up with a flu, the car doesn't start, the traffic is chaotic & the boss at the office is in a foul mood.
sometimes, things go wrong a lot, like lives are cut short. we often think of the young adult who is struck with cancer, or the teenager in a road traffic accident, or a toddler drowned in a bath-tub.
all expectant mothers hope & pray they have a smooth pregnancy. or at worse, just a bad bout of morning sickness. but not this one - 7 months into an otherwise uneventful second pregnancy, she realises one day the baby doesn't kick. a check with the doctor confirms her worst fear - her unborn child has no heart beat.
it's painful. i can see it in her eyes & yet, i also detect a steely resolve. that life has to go on. that there is still time to conceive another child. that all is not lost.
i think this is an exteme version of life cut short - life snuffed out even before the child has the chance to see & breathe the world, not that it's a pretty sight now. i want to console the mother but i can't because as a doctor, i can't explain why this happened, & as a person, i can't comprehend the agony parents go thru when their child's passing predates theirs.
so, i just held her hand.