Weirdly enough, he was fired, went back to school and...became a nurse???!!! I often wondered how kind and sympathetic he would be to the patients - and how easily he could access drugs in the hospital pharmacy.
I'm studying to be a nurse...and that scares me. People like that do not belong in the nursing field.
To QuinnP, I honestly don't know what to say after reading all that you have been through. The loss of a child is horrific enough in itself, but the reactions you have been given by others are inexcusable. I do hope you have some supportive people in your life who can just be with you in your grief, not make comments, but really be there. Even though we on BYC are only with you online, you have our support and love.
And you are NOT a failure...in any sense of the word. These babies have a mother who loves them. There are too many children out there, born and unborn, who do not have a mother who loves them. And I believe that it is LOVE that makes a true parent. You have that love.
I personally cannot claim to know what any one of you strong women have been through as I am not yet at the time in my life where I have had children, but I do hope to share a part of my life that I can relate.
I went through this with my own mother, who miscarried four babies, and then in her last pregnancy was told that she was carrying a baby that would end up mentally retarded and not live past the age of two. If he would even live, that is, because it was more likely that he would be still born and take my mother with him. It was a very hard time for me, and reflecting back on it, I realize that I was taking it really hard. I didn't tell anybody my mother was expecting until the week before she was due, I began to slack off on my school work and my grades were dropping dramatically. My excuse is that it is difficult not to dwell on the fact that your mother might die in child birth. It is rather cruel, really, that they even told her something like that, because we had no time to enjoy as a family; we were all on edge, living life as it was handed to us. The weeks were punctuated by doctor's appointments and news of the baby.
Little Ben was born nearly flawless, despite all that we were told by doctors. He was born at a healthy weight, and it wasn't until months later when we discovered a small defect with his eyes that was easily fixed. He is our family's little miracle, and only got here because of the prayers of our family and friends.
I promise, you will have your own miracles, just don't give up hope.
I'm so sorry for your loss. I don't know how you feel. I know how I felt when I lost my brother to murder. They may as well have cut my heart out. Trust in God, let Him be your refuge. Psalm 55:22.