I wrote yesterday about our little disabled baby.
 
I no longer need advice.  He died in his sleep last night.  He was sleeping
on top of me.  I woke up at about 4 AM, thought "Where's the baby?" and
there he was, only not moving.  At first I couldn't believe it--I thought
he was just sleeping--but he was beginning to get stiff.  I have no idea
what happened.  He was fine; eating, drinking, playing, absolutely not
letting go of his Cheweasel.  Then he was asleep on my belly--his favorite
spot.  Then he was dead.
 
We never even named him.  We never had a chance.
 
Jen
[Posted in FML issue 2773]