[I don’t normally give disclaimers in my posts because y’all are grownups, but please note that child mortality is mentioned below.]
The title of this post is one of the first things I got to hear as we spent the morning dealing with all things depressing like “making a will.” True, we should have done this years ago, but we’re doing it now. So yay us.
But I was reminded of the day about 6 years ago when Craig and I took an infant CPR class. Lots of new parents were there and most had brought their newborns along. Craig and I were killing time waiting to adopt a baby, but this turned out to be the one and only time I was grateful not to have children yet.
The class was chugging along, and most folks seemed to be doing an OK job mentally separating what they were doing from the thought of the horror of having to do it for real some day. But then the instructor helpfully chimed in with: “At this point, your child is technically dead.”
That got everyone’s attention real fast, and I was instantly horrified for the people whose newborns were sleeping in infant car seats scattered about the room. It was one thing for us, not yet parents, to hear such a startling (but true) statement, but I watched in wonder as the other parents were able to soldier on in the class, albeit a little shaken and pale.