Guilt ...

I was cleaning up a bit today, and came across the bottle bag I was using to take the minuscule droplets of milk I have been producing to the hospital. At the bottom of the bag, I found a syringe that must have been stuck - held in place by the label proclaiming, "The milk droplets contained herein belong to one 'Emma'". (The label does not really state that, but ...) I had an incredibly irrational thought that if only she had received the "droplets contained herein", then Emma would never have gotten ill and would still be doing well at the hospital in which she was born. This kind of thinking hits me now and again - yet another of the plethora of emotions, useless and otherwise ineffective, to help in any manner whatsoever.