Little Ones to Him Belong

The past couple days at work...lets just say, they could have been better. When I arrived at work on Monday, I found out that one of our nurses was in a very bad horse accident, while riding with her daughter, and was on life support in the SICU. Her family was most likely going to take her off that afternoon. I was not very close with her, but worked with her quite often, but there are a lot of nurses who were close with her, so it was a very rough day on the labor and delivery floor. Her family did decided to take her off life support after confirming there was no brain activity, and she passed away around 4pm. The atmosphere was something like it had never been before.
Then early in the afternoon I took a patient who was 22 weeks pregnant, fully dilated and about to deliver. I had taken care of this couple last week, and we had been able to hold this off for a few days at least, but now there was no holding her off. The age a baby is viable is not until 23 weeks and even then there is only an 8% chance of survival. So there will be no resuscitation done for this baby. This couple had been trying for 6 years to get pregnant and this was their first pregnancy. This is going to have to be one of my questions for God some day. Why does this have to happen to such a loving couple who wanted this so badly, and who had tried for so long? Needless to say, my emotions were overboard especially being pregnant. I went back to work, for one more day of fun today, to find another situation (though not my patient) almost exactly like the couple the day before.
Before the past couple of days, I have been feeling really good. The nausea is so much better, and I am almost reaching the 12 week mark, which dramatically decreases my chance of miscarrying. Which has always been a concern in my mind, just because of where I work. I am still feeling better physically, but still worry very much about every little complication possible just because of what seems to be around me every day. Lately as I have been worrying about this, God brings to mind the simple song of "Jesus Loves Me". The part that says "little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong". I just keep reminding myself that our baby is in God's hands, and so are we. Then I look at our sonogram pictures, and I cry (tears of joy), mostly because I am a hormonal emotional wreck, almost all of the time, but also because I cannot believe what God has blessed us with. It is the most amazing thing.
I am sorry, I rarely post about such depressing things, but I really felt like writing all of this out. I hope I didn't ruin anyones day! :) I also want to share a new sonogram picture from our last appointment on Friday. I like to think the baby is waving, but if you look where I put the "Hi!" caption, you can see the little hand and all 5 fingers! That was very exciting, and we got to see the little guy or girl move around like crazy!
Thanks for bearing with me through this post :).
WE ARE WEAK BUT HE IS STRONG...