It's been 1 week since I walked into my doctors office to find my sweet Eliza's heart had stopped beating.
It has been a very long and emotional week. In the past week, there have been several headlines to catch my attention, the Boston bombing that occurred as I was in labor. Then the West Fertilizer Co. plant explosion killing what, 14 people?
Come Wednesday, my ears perked up when I heard a news report on a mishandled stillborn baby at Regions hospital found weeks later in dirty laundry. Here's what makes me sick to my stomach about this story. When Eliza was born, we were gentle with her, we loved her, we cradled her head. We kept her wrapped up. We bathed her. We blessed her.
I hope and pray to God, that after the impossible moment we left the hospital without her, that everyone that handled our sweet girl used the utmost respect for her body. She deserves it, as does every child born into this world, heartbeat or not.
Then again, a few days later, on Saturday I read in the news that ANOTHER stillborn baby's remains were sent with the dirty laundry. My stomach churned. They have misplaced this babe, and as far as I'm aware of, they still have yet to find him/her.
What. A. Week.
Seriously.
Yes, when I heard the news about Regions hospital, I too, felt sick to my stomach. I was hoping that you wouldn't see that in the news. . . there's enough going on.
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