A hard week in the middle of a hard year

Last week was hard.  My office closed (or the majority of the employees left, with a handful of us here to clean up), so I had to say goodbye to lots of people I've worked with for the last 4 years.  And I saw all of them, too.  I'm the one that takes their badges and disables them all.  It was sad.

Then off to the Perinatal office, to check on baby x.  Hard again.  It isn't an exact science.  Often they have to use best guess, and past experience to figure out what's going on.  Baby isn't growing.  He has been small from the first appointment, then asymmetrical, and now asymmetric AND undersized.  And there is nothing I can do about it.  He may have to be an artificially early baby.  The most important thing is that he's healthy, right, but dammit, why can't ONE thing go the way it's supposed to?

Add to that, every time I turn on my computer, there are articles on the news pages, or posts shared by FB about dead children: left in hot cars, kicked to death by parents, locked up in basements or to radiators, or some politician going on and on with their scare tactics.  This is exactly the stuff my doctors tell me NOT to look at, but there doesn't seem to be a way to avoid it.  I don't know whether to cry or punch someone.