Most parents check their newborns to see if all the parts are present and accounted for. I cannot imagine what it was like for you, friends. 10 fingers. 10 toes. A whole brain and intact skull. Pink and not blue. Breathing. Alive. Looking at you. (You know, at least vaguely with those wizened old person faces and fathomless eyes.) Not like the last one.
This one will be easier to dress, too, limbs not already stiffening in rigor mortis, mottled with oxygen-deprivation blue. The hat can be used for warmth and decoration, not to hide the fact that most of his skull and brain were not there.
I am praying for the new baby and for you because this fallen world is so dangerous, and I don't want anything more to break your hearts because I am weak, and I just don't think I could take it.
Health and wholeness and peace be upon you and your house, you and your living son. And rest for your dead.