“I was wrong, and our poor defenseless baby boy Wren paid for my ignorance. I thought I had everything figured out, I thought we would glide right through it all, I thought we were so cool.”
I share that burden. I still struggle with Anger and Guilt over my decision to use midwives. My son did not die. The hospital resuscitated him but the prolonged period of trauma and lack of oxygen had already done it’s damage. My husband has never blamed me, although it took me a long time to believe that. I don’t know if my son while forgive me when he is old enough to understand why he is disabled . . .