It's 9:30 on Tuesday night and Erin just got back into bed for the first time since Monday morning. Last night she got a call at about 8:30 telling her the mom we've been talking with about the adoption was going into labor. The mom wasn't due until March 14th, so we knew this was not going to turn out well. A friend of the mom, who has been a go-between in this situation, called Erin to say the mom wanted her to be there.
The baby was delivered at 6:10 this morning today but was already gone by the time the delivery was complete. The mother had somehow gotten an infection inside the womb which caused her go into labor, but his lungs weren't developed enough to survive outside the womb.
What amazes me about my wonderful wife is that she was with the mom at the hospital from 9:30 on Monday evening until about 11:00 on Tuesday morning. Erin's presence in the hospital was about loving on the mom, not being there to see the possible birth of our potential adopted son, since we knew he wasn't going to make it. I believe Erin was able to bring some Christ-like love and peace into a very difficult situation and as painful as this is, I'm glad we (mostly Erin) were able to be Christ's body for this young lady.
The mom named him Christian. Erin was even able to hold his little body for awhile.
We're not sure where to go from here. This is, by far, the hardest thing we've ever gone through.