We logged their names, if they even had names. Often they would be labeled only as “Baby Johnson” or “Baby Sanchez.” It was sadder when they had full names, even when they were something terrible, like Caitlin spelled KateLynne. Full names showed how ready their parents were for them to be born and become a part of the family.
Is this really a necessary joke? Is death meant to be reverent and respected, or are dead baby jokes fine?
This book feels very contradictory in what it presents
