October 1, 2014
11:59 p.m.

Oh my Gosh, it's October! What happened?

I'm laying in my bed listening to the rain and trying to read on this little screen. Ah, ctrl + +sign, you are my hero!

So today I took a bit of a public berating for basically pre-judging a couple being held on a One million dollar bond for the death of their 4-month old daughter. In my defense, I have to say I was really judging any anonymous parents who would do harm to their children and bemoaning the fact that this type of person seems to procreate as easily as a rabbit while people who would make wonderful, loving, safe parents can't conceive.

It shakes my faith in a just God, sometimes.

Oh, I can feel the hate directed at me for that one already.

Well, tough titty, said the kitty. My faith gets shaken all the time. If you have faith, and you're honest about it, I'll bet yours gets shaken, too.

I still have faith. But I am just a human being, and I fall down every now and then.

(For those who read my blog, I am not referring to recent injuries. I didn't fall. First I put leftovers away. Then I danced. Now I'm on crutches. What can I say?)

Anyway, I have few details about this abuse case, but what I have learned just brings up so many questions.

When my oldest grandchild was  born, she was a month premature. She spent a long time in hospital, and when she came home, a home health nurse checked up on her and my daughter every week. She came right to the house and weighed the baby, measured her, and answered questions and concerns that my daughter had. My daughter breast-fed, but there is always a concern about weight-gain in premies, and the hospital was very diligent in making sure that the baby was growing steadily.

Has that type of service changed in the last 15 years? I would think they'd have improved, if anything.

A wonderful young friend of mine had premature twins earlier this year, and her health care providers have been just as diligent in educating the family about proper nutrition, special formula and feeding methods.

Of course, my granddaughter was cared for in Wyoming, and my precious twin loves are here in Colorado, but I have a hard time believing that this family did not have access to the same level of care as my granddaughter got 15 years ago.

So what happened? Clearly a ball was dropped, but who dropped it first, and why didn't someone pick it up? Premies are closely followed by their doctors, so why weren't these children being attended to?

Oh, so many questions.

So, do I think these parents deliberately set out to kill their child? Do I think the healthcare system was negligent? Do I think anything? 

I don't know what to think, but I do know some of the questions I'd be asking everyone concerned if I were involved.

All I can say is it's very sad. I feel sorry for all concerned, but mostly, I care about the children. They get no choice in the manner in which they are raised.

So I was dissed a bit today, but all I care about is the kids.

I can take it.

They can't.
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Update on me: still not weight bearing. getting slightly better with the crutches. Maybe I will try going outside tomorrow. Maybe I can make it to the mailbox!

On top of it all, I have caught a cold. Doggone it!

Can't get in to see my doctor til next week. I am a rather unhappy camper.

So now, I am going to try to read myself to sleep. It's a win-win situation: If I sleep, cool. If I don't, it's a great book!

Good night!