From the comments on my blog about the Tuam babies:
I had a beautiful Baby Boy, born in Bessborough in 1960 died at 6 weeks, my self lucky to have survived with the same infection, was told a dirty needle. I hadn’t known where my Son was buried until 15 years ago, when I had plucked up enough courage to confront the nuns at Bessborough.
I now know that.
Although I was a so called inmate in Bessborough at the time of his burial, I was not allowed to be at his burial. It breaks my heart not knowing if he was dressed in a gown or even if he was laid in a Coffin.
Having read these horror stories nothing would surprise me. To this day, 54 years after, still trying to come to terms with the horror of it all.
May God forgive them.
We lost a child. Different circumstances. Unspeakably wrong always.
May God forgive them as Bridget asks. Those of us who have babies today are aching inside with the thoughts of what women and children endured in this country. I wish there was something we could do to help.
God may forgive them……doesn’t mean we have to.