Last night I received a phone call that one of our good friends lost her baby at thirty-eight weeks. I can’t imagine the loss she must be going through right now. No warning signs or any indication something was wrong up until yesterday when she noticed the baby was not moving. How does one cope? How does one grasp what has happened?
And so now I am thankful I haven’t yet sent off the quilt I made for the baby because our friend decided to wait until after he was born so I could add his name. However, perhaps, when the time is right, I will do so anyway if she wants me to. Perhaps instead it could be a memorial quilt. Perhaps. In the mean time, I will keep the Frog and Fairy Quilt boxed up and wait however long it takes.