This week I wrote a post on a subject that haunts me. I hadn’t intended on writing it.
Snug in front of the tv to catch up on Eastenders, laptop in one hand and my picking of delicious French Fancy cakes in the other, I was intending to write a post for the MeetOtherMums readers. Something a bit funny, magical or inspiring… this is my style.
Instead, out popped my own personal nightmare, a secret that I was hiding, that I hadn’t fully shared with anyone other than Mr Button. My terrifying experience of the Postnatal Ward after having Little Button and the reason why I am too scared to have another baby.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal. Jean Racine.
I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let the post go live, but I did. All this time I have felt ashamed of what had happened, when in fact, the Postnatal Ward staff were the ones who should have been ashamed of themselves.
I have chosen not to publish my full experience here in the Button house, my fun happy-go-lucky place full of our joy and adventures. Instead the post will remain an exclusive over at MeetOtherMums.
Please do stop by, have a read. Comments are welcome on the original post, but I am always happy to say hi to you here.
Thank you so much to everyone for their support and kind words.
Every woman should be treated with kindness after giving birth, no matter how their baby arrives. What happened to me was not right. I hope this gives someone else the courage to not allow it to happen to them or if it’s too late, the strength to share their own story.