Recently I saw on my newsfeed on facebook a story of a baby with Trisomy 18. I have 3 children of my own and never thought anybody elses child would touch my heart so deeply. I am lucky and all of my children are healthy so far. Thank God but for some reason I cant stop thinking about these sick babies and I just feel like I have to pray contantly for them. I know that a lot of their parents have "prepared" themselves for what is most likely to come but I keep hoping for a miracle. To wake up one day and see that their child has been healed instead of passed away. I cant help but feel extreme empathy for them. Im constantly tortuing myself and putting myself in their shoes and I am not sure if it has anything to do with my ppd (my youngest is 3 months old) And my other two are young as well 22 months and 3 years old and my husband is in the military and is in another state so I really dont have anybody to talk to about my all over the place emotions.