I am not like most morticians. I accept that. I see a baby or toddler come in and get giddy. I love working on them. I have yet to find someone else who shares these feelings.
(What's blue and thrashes about on the floor? A baby playing in a plastic bag.)
I have had ample opportunity to work on babies as small at 1lb 2oz. Those are some of my favorites. There is a lot of work that goes into prepping a child that small. It's difficult to make something that was never off a respirator look peaceful and baby like. I enjoy the challenge.
(What's purple, covered in pus and squeals? A peeled baby in a bag of salt.)
There is something I don't understand, though. Why do parents spend over $5,000 for a service and burial on a child that was conceived less than 30 weeks before? Are they really that attached to them already? I'm not complaining, I like the business... but it's a lump of useless tissue.
(What's the difference between a dead baby and a Styrofoam cup? A dead baby doesn't harm the atmosphere when you burn it.)
It would seem that people are burying the idea of a child. The idea of a family. The last preme I worked on was a little girl. Her mother was distraught and evidently threatened suicide when the baby was born dead because that was the best thing she had in her life.
(What do you get when you dislocate a dead baby's jaw? Deep Throat.)
To me, losing something you haven't had very long isn't ideal, but it isn't worth killing yourself over (literally, financially or figuratively). It seems like the $5,000+ would be better spent on therapy or adoption.
(What can't turn around in a hallway? A baby with a javelin through his throat.)
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