Baby Elliot

So I was watching Oprah yesterday while folding laundry, and the subject was "amazing kids" or something to that effect. Stories about kids and babies that survived despite the odds. I think it was a rerun.

Then the story of Baby Eliot came on.

And I started to bawl.

Not just cry but really sob, the kind where snot comes pouring out of your nose like a faucet.

Even Oprah was crying.

The worst part is right in the middle of this Matt came home and says hello. All that answers him is a pathetic voice from the basement, so he immediately comes downstairs to see me bawling like an orphaned calf.
"Moo? What's wrong?" Matt actually looks scared.
"Snugghuggh...huhh-huhh...B-baby," I manage to blubber.
"What baby?"
"Baby on TV."
"What happened?"
"It d-d-died."
I tell him I need a Kleenex and he looks happy for a reason to escape.

Lately, I've noticed that I can't stand stories or anything about babies and kids getting hurt or abused or stolen. Same thing with animals. It's always bothered me, but now it's at a whole new level. A few weeks ago I was reading the National Geographic and there was a picture of a starving baby and I immediately started to cry and had to close it.

So this video makes me so upset I want to chew my own arm off. Warning, don't watch this at work or around other people if you don't like making a scene. You'll be okay if you're a cyborg.