My son was in intensive care for three months after he was born. They were the worst three months of my life and I've never felt so scared. There's too much to write here but I'm still in therapy for Ptsd for everything that happened.
The amazing doctors and nurses saved my son's life and supported me and DH throughout the whole ordeal. I'd sit up until the early hours, by my son's bedside, talking quietly to the nurses who became my friends.
I can't stop reading about the Letby case because I just can't understand it and I'm trying to make sense of it. But obviously, it's bringing up a lot for me and it's fucking me up.
It's nothing to do with me but my heart breaks for all of those babies and their parents. They will have implicitly trusted in the nurses just as we did, and they were betrayed in such a breaktakingly awful way.
I don't know what the point of this thread is really, I'm just crying into the void. All of my feelings are so mixed up and I just want to protect all of those little babies that she hurt, but I can't.
What are you supposed to do with the feelings?