I just read a post on FB from a friend's sister and I'm so bitter and angry. She just had her long awaited daughter (after 5 boys) and it turns out her labor got complicated. She lost consciousness and the baby's heart rate dropped and she was rushed in surgery. Her uterus had ruptured and the baby was delivered with an Apgar score of 2. They gave the baby a 10% chance of survival. Of course the baby is now fine and they were able to repair the rupture so she can even have more children if she wants.
How can so many things go wrong and yet everything works out perfectly for someone else when nothing went wrong for me and Reid yet my son has been dead for nearly three years? I feel like such a bad person for being mad at this woman who got her happy ending but I'm so angry I can't see straight. I hate being so broken.