A family lost their baby today, because a mother tragically
forgot to drop her off at the babysitter’s house. Instead, as her sweet baby slept in the back seat, the mom
kept driving and went to visit her husband at work. Three hours later, she received a phone call from her
babysitter asking why she hadn’t been by with the baby. Although she immediately rushed to the
car, it was too late.
While reading of this news, I was surprised with the
onslaught of public criticism and judgment.
“Who could do that to their child?” “What a terrible human
being!!” “What kind of mother would leave her baby in the car?”
Let me be the first to say… I am that kind of mother. My world was so rocked when our son
came home, that I didn’t know up from down. I dare say I am still working on getting things aright. It was all I could do to keep him fed,
changed, and clothed until help arrived on any given day. You can forget any type of shower or
beauty routine on my part! So,
once he was a bit older and I was expected to, you know, leave my house every
now and then, I often felt as if I’d fought the Battle of Mobile Bay just
getting the two of us ready and out the door.
Wake up to screeching baby. Change baby. Feed baby. Rock
baby. Put baby down. Start shower. Pick up crying baby. Start coffee. Open
yogurt. Gently place baby in swing. Take world’s fastest shower. Step on creaky
plank by baby’s nursery. Wake him up. Pick up squawking baby. Bounce. Pour
coffee. Look in closet. Hate all clothes. Bounce. Dress baby since he’s already
awake. Bounce. Ever so gently lay baby in bassinet. Army crawl away. Start make
up. Check e-mail. Remember forgotten to do list. Make baby’s bottles. Pack his bag for the day. Is the baby
seriously awake again? Discover blow out. Change baby. Clean baby. Dress baby
(again). Balance baby and make up. Get dressed. Throw away curdled yogurt. Grab purse, coffee, baby, phone, lock
door and head outside. Put baby in car seat. Get in. Start car. Forget diaper
bag. Go back in. Get bag. Back out to car. Ready to start the day…
Mamas do not forget their babies in the car on purpose. This family has experienced a tragedy I
imagine could happen with any exhausted mother. They don’t need insults, they
need encouragement. Criticism
doesn’t bring their baby back- but community may help them heal.
The next person who wants to launch a vile comment her way-
be sure and pick up two rocks.
You’ll find me at her side.