Things are back in perspective now.

Today I received an email about a co-worker of mine.  His wife was 5.5 months pregnant with their second child.  Over the weekend, she went into premature labor, the baby was born, and passed away after being on the earth only 3 hours.  He was just too early.

As I read the email, my heart sank.  I remember when our girls were born, and the fear that I had for the last few weeks that something like that would happen.  It wasn't something I could think about too much, but it was always there, looming in the back of my mind.

I remember having a conversation with the co-worker on Friday afternoon, about funny stories of having pregnant wives.  How the men usually gain as much weight as the pregnant moms do, and how his other child was having fun calling his wife "Big Momma".

So, when I read about their loss, I felt it too.  That fearful feeling came back, and I immediately felt how lucky my wife and I are to have been given two healthy baby girls.  Even though the first couple of weeks were tough, they made it and are doing great now.

I had forgotten that feeling.  That lump that swells up in your throat when you think about these things.  Now things seem to be back in perspective.  I think I'll call my wife in a little bit and see how she and the babies are doing...and be thankful for what we have.