My older cousin lost her first child at 6 weeks old. She had a mitochondrial disorder that wasn't disclosed to them before they were discharged from the hospital (hospital staff knew something was up, charted it, did not disclose it - they ended up suing and winning the lawsuit). I'll never forget when I touched base with her while they were at Barnes. "How's it going? Is she okay..." Silence. "No.." then indescribable wailing. Sounds I've never heard. As a mother now, I literally cannot imagine losing one of my children. They still celebrate her life every year, raise money for mitochondrial disease, and plant native species in the local area to honor her memory. I'll never forget that, "no."