I understand why my babies wanted to rescue this baby, but it's kind of like a dog. If we got one, I know I would be the one to walk it, groom it, feed it etc...
Yesterday was such a good day. She ate, she danced around. I even heard her chirp. Then I wake up and she doesn't look good at all.
My heart aches. If God goes through this with every creature on this planet, how does He keep from crying all the time? He knows what is going to happen. I don't. I have to trust that whatever happen is for the best, but it doesn't make it easier. It was fun last night when she was trying. It's like she's given up today. I didn't want this. I knew it would hurt like this.
It's been a rough week on many levels. I'll be glad when it's back to the normal boring routine.