Well, both of my babies died today.
I hadn't even named them yet.
The weak one died around noon, the strong one at 5:30 p.m.
They were simply too young. I tried everything I could. I fed them on the hour. I made sure they were warm.
The strong one fought it to the very end. He was squirming in agony and I held him in my hand until his very last breath. He wanted so badly to live and there was nothing I could do to save him. It was very hard to accept.
And I feel so tired today. I wasn't expecting to grieve so deeply. I just sat in the apartment alone this afternoon, crying because life isn't fair. I thought those two babies would have a second chance.
But I have to accept what everyone is telling me: that's nature.