the suck

Oh man. I don't want to blog. I don't want to write down what this is like. Sitting here by the fire with my sweet baby girl whose breathing is getting more and more labored and who can't even sit up and who is trembling constantly as she lays at my feet dying. It is the saddest and hardest thing, and I just want to put down the computer and snuggle this cute little chin some more. So that's what I'm going to do.