Losing a baby to SIDS
When my daughter died of SIDS New Year's Eve, 1959 at 3 wks of age, I grieved for 48 yrs and could not get the image of her face turning blue from my mind. That Holiday was lost forever as that huge hole would resurface each year. Then I began a path of deep meditation, opening my heart and mind to Divine Guidance. One morning Karen's face came to me, looking exactly like my #3 son. Although she only appeared that once, I was relieved of that mental image and now I am at ease. I believe she appeared to help me see her differently and that she is OK.
That story is another of its own...They didn't have a name for it then so I asked every doctor for 3 yrs - what happened?...
Recently, before her appearance, I was going to find a support group, but then thought about it -in a group of young mothers experiencing this kind of death and me still grieving 48 yrs later, did not seem like a positive thing for them to see.So I didn't.
Several events exacerbate this situation, the breast milk continues to produce itself, longer than one would think...and the hospital photographer would call routinely, 3 mos, 6 mos, 1 yr etc...I was pretty patient in the beginning but finally told one to stop calling -she is dead. Then it stopped.- of course there were always those persons who had not heard and were happily calling to see how things were going. No computer in those days. News was slow.