tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post982252428115498105..comments2023-05-25T04:40:15.680-07:00Comments on Dreaming of Amelia: Milk.Amelia's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812660321909313305noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post-7641207710440741452012-08-11T10:24:59.598-07:002012-08-11T10:24:59.598-07:00I was breastfeeding Christopher still when he left...I was breastfeeding Christopher still when he left and I was pregnant with his little sister. I remember so clearly my milk leaking whenever I cry for him and I remember how that just killed me every time I saw it leaking. I also remember how angry I was when my milk finally dried up. It was another blow. Then it came back in before my daughter was born and I felt like that was a betrayal to Christopher somehow. In the end I did breast feed his sister too. It seems like the ripple effects of grief are never ending at times. It just affects everything in your life. I am sure Amelia is watching over her little sibling and doing all she can to help. Wishing you gentle moments.<br /><br />KetaKMDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04128662624719469183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post-23818829181406699252012-07-22T22:51:13.118-07:002012-07-22T22:51:13.118-07:00Nail right on the head--*They* don't want to h...Nail right on the head--*They* don't want to have to face a bereaved mother, so *they* impose their own fears upon us. So many examples of this in our day-to-day life. Too many examples.Lnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803378958625396253.post-48461030015372082832012-07-22T18:07:16.108-07:002012-07-22T18:07:16.108-07:00I knew I couldn't have been the only grieving ...I knew I couldn't have been the only grieving mom in history to want to donate milk. When I spoke with the milk bank, they said they'd never worked with someone like me. The person I spoke to was very kind and compassionate, but I could also hear the fear in her voice. My milk came back on Mother's Day (not making that up!) and I thought about donating it but the woman said, "We wouldn't want to put you through that." What she meant was, "We wouldn't want to put OURSELVES through that."Helping the mother of a dead child pump and donate milk. When I told her that I regretted not donating when my son was first born and that it would have been something really meaningful to look back on, she paused and said she hadn't thought of it that way. Baby steps? <br /><br />Wishing you peace and comfort, Alena. Comfort in your body and your soul.Andreanoreply@blogger.com