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was one of those that was whisked away.
No one would ever tell me whether my baby was a girl or boy. Never saw my baby. Don't know what happened to my baby.
I was put on the maternity ward and when feeding time came a nurse would come in and ask where my baby was.
No one seemed to think anything of putting a woman with a living baby in the other bed in my room.
No one ever wanted to talk to me about my baby.
This was 1974.
Today, I am training to be a doula to be with mother's who need support.
I am so glad things have changed.
If it doesn't lead to your happiness, don't do it.
by magicsister on Sun May 11, 2008 at 08:34:49 AM PDT
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Bless you for taking your grief and making something good come out of it. I'm sure you will be a wonderful doula.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
by Cronesense on Sun May 11, 2008 at 09:25:44 AM PDT
I didn't cry until I saw your replies.
Thank you...it feels a little better.
by magicsister on Sun May 11, 2008 at 11:38:34 AM PDT
We were given the opportunity to hold our baby as he left us; pictures were taken, a curl of his hair snipped. A grievance counselor helped us make arrangements for his cremation.
I'm so sorry the understanding wasn't there when you lost your baby.
The time for action is past. Now is the time for senseless bickering -- My T-Shirt
by Frankenoid on Sun May 11, 2008 at 10:50:34 AM PDT
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