We come in all shapes and sizes.
Men. Women. Mothers. Fathers.
Grandmas and grandpas.
Maybe this child grew in their mother’s belly or maybe the child grew in their heart.
Either way, the list of people affected by SUDC is insane.
And yet, its crazy to think that more people don’t know about it.
Everyone talks about SIDS. Doctors preach the ABC’s of Safe Sleep and parents pray their way through the first year of their child’s life.
But, what about after the first year?
What about the toddler that fell asleep at nap time and didn’t wake up? What about the teenager that everyone thought was sleeping in and she just never got up?
What about those realities?
SUDC is the FIFTH highest category of toddler death, higher than all house fires or bicycle accidents. And, those are just the statistics based on correct coding on death certificates. There could be SO many more children unaccounted for but that’s for another blog post.
SUDC receives ZERO dollars in government money, where fires and bicycle safety gets HUNDREDS of thousands of dollars. The SUDC Foundation is the only organization of its kind WORLDWIDE and helps families at NO cost.
Something needs to change.
Today, I saw people trolling a SUDC infographic… they were anti-vaccine folks singing their song.
To the people that assume it is vaccine related and want to berate families and push your speculations on them listen up:
Less than 24 hours after Christopher’s death a RANDOM woman messaged me and told me I had killed my son because I vaccinated him.
Don’t sing your song to me. Do you have a medical degree? A degree in biochemistry? Do you have a crystal ball?
No? Then stop!
If so, what are your contributions to finding a cause other than speculation?
It does a great dishonor to the work done by the individuals looking into SUDC and to the children lost. The founders of The SUDC Foundation are SUDC parents. They want to find a cause as much as every other person registered with the foundation.
Do you seriously think we haven’t wondered? You think we haven’t tormented ourselves with thinking about every single moment leading up to finding our child dead?
We. Found. Them.
Cold and lifeless.
Do you get that? Can you feel my anger? My pain? Can you imagine the images in my mind when I close my eyes?
Then you must know how much I need you to stop. Stop assuming you have the answer as if we all missed it. No one wants their babies back than those that never got to say goodbye. You can, instead, be apart of the people looking for a cause. Working, diligently, to provide resources to families lost and broken.
Don’t make assumptions. Don’t dishonor our children.
DO advocate for the families that have lost. Be a voice. Help raise awareness. Comfort those with a broken heart.
Be apart of the few.