Living in a Baby Bubble
Since we moved a few days before Jonathan was born, our house isn’t really set up yet. And since we’re not very well off, we don’t have a TV. So we have to rely on our families to keep us informed on the rest of the world. Each weekend we spend with either my family or Anthony’s and catch up on the news.
Today I was shocked… I knew that there had been a hurricane in the South, but it wasn’t until watching MSNBC and FOX this afternoon at my inlaw’s that I realized how horrible it all is. I don’t have any other way of knowing, but it just seems like I SHOULD have known somehow… wouldn’t the sky go dark and the birds not sing so nice when something this awful has happened? Sorry for ripping on my husband that last blog… who even cares about house chores when wives in the South no longer HAVE husbands to whine about? Footage of mothers feeding their infants from tin foil ration sacks… trying to keep their little butts dry and clean without diapers and wipes… attempting to be strong and couragous when I’m sure they’re at their breaking point. One shot of a young mother with a tiny baby girl that couldn’t have been more than two weeks old is burned in my memory. What if that was me?
If it wasn’t for the grace of God, that could have been me. I’m so selfish. I’m so sorry.