Holding a baby in hospice

I spent several hours yesterday holding a dying baby at the hospice where I volunteer. Sounds incredibly depressing, but really it wasn't. I love babies, and holding her wasn't really different from holding any other baby, except that I had to pay close attention to her breathing.

It did provide me some good time to think about what's important in life, which is something I really like about volunteering at the hospice. It's a great perspective check when I start getting stressed about little things at work and in the rest of my life.