I'm sorry about your chicks, Barb. (hi everyone! I was here for about two seconds, in the spring, and then left because I was supposed to go to the meetup at Norco and at the last minute didn't go and then I felt so guilty and embarrassed that it has taken me this long to come back)
I work with baby wildlife, and I know that feeling you describe, of not wanting to even look at the basket for fear of another death, very well. Any kind of infant animal, chicks or puppies or whatever, are fragile. Don't be discouraged. With any animal that produces a lot of young, nature builds in ways to prevent overpopulation, and infant mortality is one of those ways.
As much as I love the idea of fluffy chicks, I am thinking of starting with older birds, for that reason.
Froggie, I *love* your little serama! The more I see seramas, the more I want one, or a dozen. But right now I've still got infant wildlife here, the weather has been so wacky, I got in a litter of infant raccoons last month - and raccoon babies are usually born in March! I thought I was all done for the season, broke down all my caging, cleared out the quarantine rooms, put my house back together, and whap!- baby raccoons fall out of someone's roof. So now they have to overwinter with me, which means maybe I'll be ready for some chickens in the spring. Maybe! I don't want to jinx myself. I've never had such a difficult 'baby wildlife season'. Phew.