A beautiful, moving story, so well told. When our daughter died my husband was so numb with grief that he could not even shed a tear. In my own grief I felt his pain as he is an emotional person who can cry at sad TV shows, films etc. Others might have found him hard and uncaring but, knowing him as I did, after 10 yrs of marriage, most of which had been spent trying for a baby, I knew his grief was way off the scale for any show of any emotions.
This happened in 1984. Our baby was 14 months old. She had an ASD, VSD & pulmonary hypertension. She needed a heart & lung transplant but, back then, they were in their infancy so not available for her. They operated to try to close the defects but the pressure from her lungs was too great. I can't say that she died peacefully as she was in the midst of a resuscitation attempt which involved her wound being torn open to allow direct heart massage. I asked them to stop but was told they could not. Had she lived she would have had, at the most, a few years of poor quality of life with severe breathing problems. I'm happy that she was spared that. She was our only child and still is.
