Less Than Three

Someone less than three's me!

Because I was quick with teh Google, CLC was able to dash off her missive to the formula company so they would cease and desist with the heartbreaking packages of newborn feed that were arriving at her doorstop. The marketing genius of these people astounds me. We have children going hungry under the poverty level, and we're sending expensive formula, gratis, to women whose children died. I'm sure this is a minor write-off on their part, but the logic is still a wee bit confounding.

But I digress. She less than three's me! And really, I less than three her, too. In no small part because she bravely started blogging shortly after her loss, when I was a pile of mush on my couch. If someone had told me to start a blog I probably would've snorted. (Right after I looked around for something to kill them with.) But also because she alerted me to a bill that just passed the Pennsylvania Senate (SB387) and is now headed to the House which will provide parents certificates of birth resulting in stillbirth. And I think that's wonderful. I know there's really very little to be fortunate about in any of our situations, but I take a lot of things, like Maddy's birth and death certificates (which arrived in reverse order, wouldn't you know) for granted. Because I have them. And many of you labored and birthed and named your children just like the shiny, happy moms and have nothing to show for it, and I think that's just a finger in the eye of despair. So I wrote my representative and told her to get behind this bill, already. I'd copy my letter here but I'm a bit nervous of their office using teh Google to check and see if it's from an organization. Not sure I want my rep in my biz.

If you read this, and you hail from the Keystone state, please consider going to the easy-peasy assembly website, tracking down your rep, and sending them a quick email in support. It would mean a lot.

Really, I less than three all of you, so I never know where to go with these things. Right now I less than three Ms. G and Beruriah who are both eloquently explaining that although they're thrilled to have live children, the live ones aren't necessarily making grieving the dead ones any easier. In other words, having another and have it turn out well will not necessarily fix your problems. Which I think should be required reading for all, husbands included. (Ahem.) I know it's given me a lot of food for thought. So if y'all have time and see this, go less-than-three yerselves, you!