Something shifted after I had my sleeping baby Jiya. Most of the insensitive comments stopped. But they were replaced with something worse (in my opinion).⁠⁣
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Silence.⁠⁣
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This was like torture. ⁠⁣
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I’d given birth to a baby. Yes she was born sleeping, but she was born. She was a part of me. She will always be a part of my life. ⁣
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I wanted to talk about her. I wanted to say her name. I’d started a blog for crying out loud – so clearly this was an invitation to talk about my baby.⁠⁣
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So why, everywhere I went did I feel greeted by a wall of silence. An awkward ‘hello’. People avoiding being in close proximity for too long. An elephant in the room. No one brave enough to speak to me about my baby or ask how I was coping.⁠⁣
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Greeting someone’s pain with silence leads them to the loneliest place on earth. Surrounded by people. Suffering in silence. ⁠⁣
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Coming next time – what you might want to say instead