About a year ago I wrote a post about having a prenatal diagnosis and what I did to get through our fatal diagnosis. And I received some really rude comments when it was recently published on The Mighty. I was surprised at what they were attacking me for and I was even more surprised at WHO was doing the attacking.
I say attacking because that is exactly what it felt like… attacked for sharing the Glory of our OUR Miracle. But to her and the others, sharing MY MIRACLE was somehow “implemented’ that because their babies passed away, their stories weren’t miraculous, their babies were lesser of importance to God that He didn’t save them, that MY faith was bigger than theirs and God saved my son, that I was bragging and being flamboyant because my son survived. After a big long dragged out “conversation” that we had, her post and others were deleted. By who? I have no idea. Luckily I copy and pasted our entire conversation and I wrote a post about it on here late last night. But I soon after, made it private. I realized, after prayer, that I was typing out of anger.
I was just in complete shock about the entire situation. I think the greatest shock was WHO is was commenting such hatred. Another mother who had the same diagnosis as my son… she is the owner of a Facebook page that I followed and found solace during our pregnancy. I received so much hope and encouragement from this site and from this woman. Here she is, her son had the same fatal diagnosis and her son passed away. Here I was, LIVING with our diagnosis, BELIEVING in everything this woman said, believing in hope and having faith that everything will eventually be okay. I was encouraged.
But then last night, I read WHO it was… and all that she had said last night… and then that is where my heart stung from her words. Because I realized that everything she had posted and said on her “loving and compassionate” site IS A LIE. SHE is a very mean person. And I was hurt by her words.. but mostly because she was someone, although I didn’t know her personally, she was someone I could relate to.
Except… my baby survived. He didn’t die like he was “expected” to.