I embalmed a baby today. It was a full-term stillbirth. That will always be one of the more strange aspects of my job. It doesn’t make me sad per se, but it is a very odd thing, to embalm a little baby. They are so delicate and small, and I am glad when I am the one that gets to be their embalmer. It makes me feel important and motherly.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Ten little fingers and ten little toes
Posted by Doll Face at 4:42 PM
Labels: death, embalming, importance, personal
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4 comments:
this sounds so weird but the parents are lucky to have you as their embalmer, because you are obviously very caring and kind.
there is no one I would rather have do such a thing, if I were in that situation. xo
Thanks ladies, that is nice of you, especially since I worried about posting this post.
your kind heart is obvious in this post. no doubt you bring comfort to the parents, knowing that their little one is in kind hands.
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