tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post4702387341459676628..comments2024-02-21T07:58:44.752-05:00Comments on The Great Umbrella Heist: The one question you should never ask.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09856102708963900512noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-55244012942039248662011-07-12T15:26:49.423-04:002011-07-12T15:26:49.423-04:00Whew. This post made me cry. I cannot for the life...Whew. This post made me cry. I cannot for the life of me understand people sometimes. I can see her making the mistake of asking when you're due, but to continue on about having more kids when you just lost your daughter? I want to chock it up to immaturity, but at 20 or 21, she should've known better. If I had been her, I probably would have attacked you with a hug and an I'm sorry! <br /><br />I never assume people are pregnant. I wait for them to share that with me. It isn't a safe world to make assumptions. Not everyone is a size 4. Not everyone has a happy ending...or beginning...or middle. <br /><br />xo,<br />AAngelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05363936268951050838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-22777814441596327632011-07-01T19:22:52.062-04:002011-07-01T19:22:52.062-04:00I want to thank everyone for the comments and shar...I want to thank everyone for the comments and sharing your stories.<br /><br />Chantel - Rich and I were in shock reading that story. Unbelievable! I would have a hard time getting over that b/c it really was heartless.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09856102708963900512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-65207572008397813252011-07-01T17:59:55.468-04:002011-07-01T17:59:55.468-04:00When I was 16,still in school and on a practical w...When I was 16,still in school and on a practical week in the local hospital, a gentleman had come in to see his wife, whom at that particular moment was totally unstable and surrounded by doctors. I was instructed by my supervisor to take him away to the waiting room, of course he was reluctant. During the walk I told him 'Not to worry' or words to that effect.<br /><br />I have never forgotten, and wish so, so much that I could live that moment again and not make such a heartless comment. My teachers back at school convinced that I was only young, and shouldn't have been put in the position in the first place, but its one of those unforgivable, unchangeable moments and I'm truly sorry.faithnackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03037804944547610928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-15144447078045550052011-07-01T02:50:20.933-04:002011-07-01T02:50:20.933-04:00When I was in the hospital and my milk had came in...When I was in the hospital and my milk had came in I had called the nurses station and asked if someone could bring me some benadryl because I heard it helps dry the milk up. A nurse that wasn't my nurse that day came in and asked me why I wanted the benadryl and when I told her it was to dry me up she looked confused and then asked me if I was going to pump it for my baby. My jaw just dropped. I didn't even know what to say other than just that my baby died. I can't believe she didn't look at my chart first.<br />So not the same as what happened with you and the volunteer but definitely a very painful moment.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11917822168137274298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-88549178148061208442011-06-30T20:51:17.823-04:002011-06-30T20:51:17.823-04:00We, sadly, live in a craphole of a society where o...We, sadly, live in a craphole of a society where other people's feelings are rarely taken into consideration...one where we cannot talk about death, loss, mourning. It sucks. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that Abbey is not with you. It's not right or fair. I hope that you can find peace. I hope that you feel comfortable speaking about her. Take comfort in the time, however short, you had her. I don't claim to know how you must feel, but I am just so sorry.Sugardrivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09114876562366464837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-70970391016658735212011-06-30T10:12:41.015-04:002011-06-30T10:12:41.015-04:00I alluded to this conversation on my blog the othe...I alluded to this conversation on my blog the other day, but recently I was having dinner with a group of co-workers. One pregnant with her first baby. She was telling us how people are always commenting on how small she is. She is SO annoyed by it, so her husband told her, to shut people up, she should say "The baby is so small because she is going to die. In fact, she is probably dead right now." <br /><br />You can imagine the absolute horror I felt. That was me. I was the person whose baby really did die inside of me. It was so thoughtless and hurtful...and even though she should know better, she didn't. To say something like that to shut someone up, even in a joking matter. It was one of the most hurtful things I have heard in the 5 years since Curtis died. (As a side note, she felt horrible, I got a card and flowers as an apology.)<br /><br />I am sorry you had to endure that just days after Abbey's death. I never ever ask anyone of they are pregnant. Why are the contents of their stomach my business??Chantelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18040429393319551211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-76472175107500901792011-06-30T10:11:49.753-04:002011-06-30T10:11:49.753-04:00My heart goes out to all of you.My heart goes out to all of you.Kaylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12826420697691636347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-74145537573211773492011-06-30T05:48:41.598-04:002011-06-30T05:48:41.598-04:00And here I was hating the fact I had to walk out a...And here I was hating the fact I had to walk out alone. And stand there in the freezing cold waiting for Simon to pick me up. Car seat also no longer in the back seat. Being alone sounds much better than having to put up with this, so early on in your grief.<br />I also wore grey non maternity track pants to hospital *that* day. I came home in them as well. I had to wear a nursing bra home though. That was all I had packed. The cruel irony of it all.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-76633650708074748202011-06-30T02:59:19.713-04:002011-06-30T02:59:19.713-04:00In the NICU, our younger son was labelled twin B o...In the NICU, our younger son was labelled twin B on all his paperwork. We had multiple doctors/nurse practitioners/nurses who saw this and just assumed his twin had already gone home (they rotate through three hospitals and while we had a lot of standards, there was often a bonus person). They even had made him a special name sign that did NOT include B where most of the twins said B in their name, but still happened. <br /><br />I'm pretty sure I responded to one person asking about his twin with some comment about the morgue or the cemetery which was probably highly inappropriate. <br /><br />Still, I can not imagine someone asking you that as you are leaving the hospital with empty arms. And then blithely proceeding to discuss her reproduction plans. I'm sorry.Wileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17276125021264602754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-6894219530506201972011-06-30T02:44:09.268-04:002011-06-30T02:44:09.268-04:00The only tiny bit of solace I can take from Caitli...The only tiny bit of solace I can take from Caitlin's being stillborn is that at least I gave birth to her sisters that day as well - that I did not go through pregnancy and the pain of labor and delivery and the still looking pregnant and wind up being wheeled out of the hospital with my arms empty, and have volunteers who should have been told and most definitely were privy to basic HIPPA info ask me heartbreaking questions like that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-6541346482118692192011-06-29T23:11:57.903-04:002011-06-29T23:11:57.903-04:00I have found that the world has a run of never end...I have found that the world has a run of never ending stupid.<br />I am sorry that she didn't just say sorry and zip her lips.<br /><br />On the day of my daughters birth I was asked what I wanted (we had waited for birth to find out the sex)I said a boy. The nurse looked at me and asked "What will you do if its a girl?" <br />I looked at her like the moron that she was and answered, "We'll name her and take her home." I said it slowly and wondered in the depths of my heart how people like that get those jobs.Blessed Rainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01064189766603223798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-62574898510988590362011-06-29T22:43:04.301-04:002011-06-29T22:43:04.301-04:00*hugs* Still, they should have warned her or had a...*hugs* Still, they should have warned her or had a nurse walk you down or had the OB walk you down. Anything but that. The internet is a wonderful teaching place.Tina Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09916302577201150031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-74091114457324291172011-06-29T22:28:15.773-04:002011-06-29T22:28:15.773-04:00I can understand completely. I lost my first son a...I can understand completely. I lost my first son at 19 weeks. I always have a hard time answering the quesiton of how many children I have. I always include him but I find myself telling his story to complete strangers in the grocery check out or getting my hair cut. I feel like if I don't mention him, that I'm denying him as my son.Jessica Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15202938391214149046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-81749667122918557562011-06-29T22:13:46.269-04:002011-06-29T22:13:46.269-04:00((((hugs))))
My Grandmother said it was the rudes...((((hugs))))<br /><br />My Grandmother said it was the rudest question you can ask. The older I get the more I realize she was always right about everything...kdlibertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08293165615405616709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707332630639933436.post-31662513977587674602011-06-29T22:00:59.554-04:002011-06-29T22:00:59.554-04:00I always avoided asking because I'd been asked...I always avoided asking because I'd been asked before, and I was just fat. And that sucked too. *hugs* They should have told her. That was kind of an unnecessary kick to the teeth. *hugs*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com