All of my earlier more pragmatic thoughts aside, there is a certain primal rage a mother feels to see something so precious taken from her child- to know an invisible but potent pain has been placed upon her at such an early age.  Who is there to blame?  Who can you be angry at?  This isn’t just your husband- this is your child’s only father.  I am powerless to change this for her or give her back all that she’s lost.   Powerless.  This is a torturous feeling.