attention please: it is not appropriate to take a newborn to the mall in the middle of winter, or ever for that matter. sincerely, a brokenhearted mother and pediatric nurse.
all grief aside, seriously, it's just not safe. considering they can just up and die for no reason in particular (ok so i cant put my grief aside), let's not add swine flu, seasonal flu, ecoli/streptococcus/pseudomonas/niesseira meningitis, RSV, pneumonia and bronchoilitis to the list of risks, ok? can we just go 6 weeks without bringing the newborns out, please? or how about just 4... 4 weeks, parents. i can even go as far and venture to guess i saw a freakin 2 week old in the mall today. it's a wonder any of us survive....
i promise this isn't only the bereaved mother speaking. ive seen what 28 day-olds and under have to go through after even a low grade fever, and the intense turmoil this causes the mothers who have the luxury of worrying over their living children.
but the bereaved mother is there too. not that the newborn factor really makes a difference. it would be nice to go through a mall and not see any female children with sweet hairbows and cute shoes and pretty christmas dresses at all. could we just have one day in the mall where happy families arent allowed? no smiling or christmas music or pretty lights allowed. no strollers, no carseats, no matching twins on santa's lap, no pregnant women allowed within 100 yards of the parking lot. a shopping day for scrooges and grinches and the bereaved only. please darken the following windows: carters, kb toys, gymboree, childrens place, the craft store, the teacher store, the disney store, baby gap, osh kosh b-gosh, motherhood maternity, and the children's sections of old navy, burlington coat factory, barnes and noble, belk and all the department stores.
wow. i am a miserable person.
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I'm a miserably grouching person too! I was at breakfast the other day with a friend. We took a table as a lady was leaving. She had a brand new baby in her arms. I asked about him. She told me he was 4 days old! 4 freaking days old! I guess most people assume they're invinceable. Funny thing is, I didn't think that about myself. I worried about losing Ella every second. I even dreamt I lost her. Damn it!
ReplyDeleteGrouchy. Meant grouchy. It's early here on my side of the country. :)
ReplyDeletemy thought exactly- 1 year ago this weekend.. when i went to a busy mall with matt to get something for someone for christmas... i had to leave as i started crying 5 minutes into the 'journey'... santa, kids, strollers, kids stores, happy women, pregnant women, happy people in general.. it all made me want to curl up in a ball and go away. I'm sorry you are feeling the same way.. I never want anyone- especially a friend to feel that feeling- I was completely lost, felt like it would never, ever get better.
ReplyDeleteIt did.. slowly, and with an anxiety ridden, painful ride... it did.. not completly. But, i can go to the mall without completely breaking down, I can see santa, and i can see strollers.... but still... strollers with little boys... heart breaking. happy families of four- one boy, one girl... heartbreaking.. but overall, a little easier.
I pray you find your easier by next Christmas, like I have.
http://letterstonoah.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html
ReplyDeletesee... me last year this time..
except i think you capture it even better
you are not alone
I get this more in the playground at school. Today I had to restrain myself from scooping up a newborn baby girl out of her open to the elements pram. It's snowing, and she had on a velour all in one little coat and one blanket..that was it! Crazy.
ReplyDeleteOh, and don't get me started on the women who give birth in the morning and are at the school gates at pick up time!
ReplyDeleteBabies babies everywhere but not a single one for me...
ReplyDelete(((Hugs)))
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