There is nothing worse than a sick baby. So helpless, so weak, so completely pathetic. They sleep all day, and when they’re awake, they just whine and groan, and there’s nothing you can do to make them feel better.
Oh wait, I’m sorry, did I say “baby” up there? I meant “husband.” There’s nothing worse than a sick husband.
Infertility is a sensitive topic, y’all. Most of us who’ve battled it, do it quietly and privately, hiding our constant pain behind the thinnest veil of fake happiness.
So if someone has actually confided in you with their infertility struggle, don’t screw it up. Or you might get punched.
Women fighting infertility are already warriors. But they’re warriors who are also juiced up on hormones and pent-up emotion, so the last thing you want to do is piss one of them off unwittingly.
Here are a few things to avoid saying, and some alternatives that may save you some bruising:
My baby is about to turn one, which means I’ve been doing a lot of reminiscing and reflecting on those precious (terrifying/exhausting/horrific) newborn days. And upon reflection, I feel strongly that new moms and soon-to-be new moms of the world need to hear a message that I didn’t hear in time:
THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU.
