Someone asked for my help and I refused. And that’s a first.
A couple of days ago, out of nowhere, a friend chatted me up on social media. It started with a big, big congratulations on the baby, which I found odd as it’s been almost four months since I gave birth. Still, I thanked her politely and got curious as to where the conversation was headed. She then asked if I was breastfeeding and even asked about my location.
I would later learn that she was asking for breastmilk donations for her friend’s premature babies.
The questions about breastfeeding and location suddenly made sense.
I would gladly have given her what little I have had the conversation not been reeked with insincerity from the start. Even when it came right down to asking, it sounded demanding. It didn’t elicit sympathy but disgust.
I felt offended so I said no.
I shared the incident with the husband the following day. He said that I was probably overreacting as he sometimes takes the same approach in his business deals. That’s just it, business deals, which this was not supposed to be.
I have since buried the incident at the back of my mind. Until today.
Today, someone came to pick up some frozen breastmilk that I’ve already promised before. I don’t actually know the person. It was just some random mom asking online for donations for her premature twins. Without a moment’s hesitation, I had offered the few bags that I have in the freezer.
It made me think about the other premature babies that needed help that I had refused to give to.
Because I was offended. Because I was hurt. Because I…
I realized that it was all about me and not about those poor babies struggling to survive.
While preparing the frozen bags that were to be picked up, I saved half.
I then sent a message to the friend who chatted with me.
Hey, you know what…