My Grandmother who was the sweetest person you could imagine was a tiny girl. She had 13 children. They lost their first baby at age 1 and mourned him the rest of their life. The rest lived long lives.
Her first one was back in the 1800s and I guess the last was in the late 30s. When she died her last words were of that baby she lost.
My late grandmother was that way about “little Vi,” Viola. She came into this world and left it in 1921. Ninety years old when she died herself, and never forgot, still grieved quietly on certain special days, even though she was a jolly, busy woman who had no time for self-pity, otherwise, in herself or anybody else.
Probably he came down to escort his Mommy to heaven.
G-d bless the Travoltas. Every baby is precious, and will bring joy.
Supposedly they were trying for 1 1/2 years, so even before the loss of their son Jett. These days a woman's eggs are pretty shot by 45, but own egg or donor egg, babies are blessings. And babies later in life are SPECIAL blessings. I hope this one brings joy to a family that has experienced the worst that life has on this planet (the loss of a young child).