Yesterday a group of friends and I lived through one of the group, in excruciating pain, a grief settled over our heads when her baby died 4 days fighting for his life .
No one can even begin to understand the pain of this family, the mother a few days ago was preparing to give birth, which took 9 months to love unconditionally inside the baby was growing slowly.
She woke up with pain, a pain than he remembered contractions their first child. A stream of blood ran through his legs and fear gripped her heart. He went to the emergency room but not before informing us that she was worried but he believed that what was happening was a natural part of childbirth.
Upon arrival at the hospital gave him bad news, had a detached placenta and required to perform an emergency Caesarean. Her baby was born and was not well. A few days later he died.
Mom is not well. We as friends and moms are not good. The pain that must be happening is completely indescribable, no one deserves to live something. The concept of death and loss is something incomprehensible to us, when a child dies you lose everything. The force to survive is admirable, it is an innate sentiment in every mother.
The pain that surrounded much, we can not imagine or understand. And thanks for having our children with us makes us grateful , but get in place to support our cause a freeze in the heart .
When I heard my first pregnancy I felt full, happy. When my baby was born I realized the value of my life , and at the same time I realized that nothing was going to be the same for me, my priorities were different. See my newborn daughter in my arms, gave me the answer to many questions but also made me question more about other things. He was born in me but it was not me, it was an individual being who had come to have their own way.
The most incredible and unconditional love came from a heart that believed not able to have those feelings, and my life made sense but at the same time philosophical questioning of life broke through when I asked where he came from my daughter. My second
daughter doubts have been larger. With C-Section I lived so violently I wondered what would happen if I lose or if she lost to me, and questions grew louder.
If the universe gives you a child, what right does it take? There logic or justice when the children are living longer, it is not natural and that is something that hurts us so disproportionately.
The maternity involves many things: to live a happy, healthy pregnancy, preparation for childbirth respected and non-violent, loving lactation and information as it is to best and an upbringing based on respect for the baby and always based on information, facts and much wiser instinct that the words around us and who book with easy methods and remedies.
But motherhood is also a loss and unfortunately many women have lost children, have lived through the worst pain a human being and deserve to feel better, his strength and love should be rewarded. Maternity and children hurt when suffering and pain when we think we do well not or pain when we feel overwhelmed or when your child has a physical or mental disability, maternity of a child lost is one that deserves more respect, because a mother who suffers it is the fighter, and that will never be rewarded and the other with the kiss of her bud or your smile, laughter, which makes it all worthwhile.
For this and more I write this text recognition to these mothers, which lost some of them, which they feel they are not going to survive and yet still fighting for their families, for which deserve much better and that your courage is an inspiration to all who believe that we can not help, his strength impresses us and I hope my words can tuck some who have gone through this and feel you can not continue.
This month mothers think of those mothers who do not have their babies in those children who are not here in those hearts broken and separated with certainty I can say that if one day was one, sometime will meet again.
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