I was on the verge of complaining on Facebook about poop. How tired I am of dealing with poop, changing diapers for the last nine years now. But I hesitated, thinking perhaps that it is more information than people really want to know. And who wants to hear complaining? So I scrolled down through my news feed while I decided whether or not to vent.
That was when I found perspective.
My second cousin and his wife are expecting and recently found out that their unborn son has Trisomy18. They will likely get to spend just a few hours, if that much, with their baby when he is born.
I didn't post my complaint.
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