Friday I read a post that cut me to my core.
I’ve been trying to find the right words to express just how I felt.
As a mommy blogger I follow hundreds of child related Facebook groups . The posts often fly past me , and I must admit there very few posts that catch my attention long enough to follow the thread.
But this one did …..
A mom, let’s call her Sue, posted into a breastfeeding support group . Her words were factual .
She started with “my baby died this morning”
Omw! Mamas can you imagine her pain.
How hard must it be to know you will never hold your precious angel in your arms again. How your heart must break, knowing the life you’ve guarded and treasured will never grow up into the future you on invisioned.
She continued to state how full and sore her breasts were, asking how she could stop the flow.
Being a breastfeeding support group , this was the right platform to turn to.
Mama after mama answered her sending the love, advice and thoughts. Each one, I’m sure, wishing this mamas pain away.
But there is always one ….
Let’s call her Betty!
Betty took it upon herself to tell Sue that she shouldn’t be worrying about her breasts if her baby died.
I read her callous words with shock and shame that a mama could so carelessly judge a heartbroken mama as she reached out in pain.
For just a moment imagine empty arms where your baby lay a few hours before.
Imagine full breasts waiting to nurture and give life to a baby no longer ready to eat.
Imagine the hours of tears that will follow the silent grieving of a mother left behind .
If someone reached out , try not to judge, until you’ve walked those shoes.