Sometimes it thrills me to the core to see Elsie thriving and growing. I'm sure there are people out there who grow weary of me constantly bragging on her accomplishments, but it never ceases to amaze me what she can do.
I just read an article about a baby in Great Britain who was born at 23 weeks and is now 3 years old. He is deaf, cannot walk or talk, is oxygen dependent, has chronic lung disease, cerebral palsy, global developmental delays, and diabetes insipidus. The mother says that she feels guilty each time she looks at him; that she wishes she had not chosen to let him live when he was born. Instead of the suffering that he (supposedly) goes through every day, she wishes that the doctors had simply placed him in her arms when he was born and let him pass away peacefully.
Another article, which made me cry several times, said this: