No matter how long a child lives, they bring love and joy. The precious baby an Irish historian writes about lived only a short time, but her life was not meaningless. You can read her mother’s account here at this site in Ireland.
Through all the various emotions of the previous nine months, I hadn’t expected that I’d feel proud. I hadn’t expected that strangers would say nice things about Margaret. Some people might even have thought her life not worth the wait because she was going to die anyway. They might have pitied us.
But in the hospice, as we carried Margaret down the corridor, a man came over and gazed down at our little bundle. “She’s so beautiful,” he said wonderingly, adding: “She’s perfect.” Not “I’m so sorry she’s dying.”