anonanon1818
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In the vlog, she says she feels hard done by.
Let's put some things in perspective.
you got dropped off at the hospital in an ambulance that you can afford because you have private health cover. Your partner and son followed in a range rover.
you did not have to catch public transport or ask a family member to drive you or pay for the insane ambulance fee upfront.
you're in a private room.
you're not in a room with 5 other mums and crying babies.
you can work from your laptop from the hospital and not lose any money because you're away from your job.
you're not in a job where if you miss a day, you miss a pay. Your income is protected. You haven't been fired for missing work.
you have a husband back home to look after your other child.
you're not a single mum who has to worry about who will look after her other child.
you live in a country where hospitals can look after everyone. You were sent to another hospital close by which is better equipped to help your son.
you do not live in a country where there are not enough hospitals or doctors to look after everyone. You haven't been sent home with no answers
you get to go home to a multi-million dollar house that is 7 minutes away from the hospital. you have multiple bedrooms to spread out across.
you don't have to travel hours back to your small rural home which is cramped and you and your sick child don't have room to recover away from a noisy toddler.
you have the luxury of at-home oxygen monitors so you can go to sleep knowing that your baby is protected.
you don't have to worry about sleeping knowing that if your baby turns blue, you won't be awake to save him. Some mums can not go to sleep.
you live in a country where you speak the native language, you can understand and communicate everything with doctors.
you're not in a hospital where English is your second language and you're struggling to understand what's going on.
you have a chair to sleep in and sit in at the hospital.
you don't have to stand in an underfunded and overcrowded hospital with your sick baby.
you can afford expensive lollies and snacks.
you're not going without to fund your hospital stay.
you've got family who can visit you in the hospital.
you're not in a country on the other side of the world away from your support system.
you have RUNNING WATER, ELECTRICITY, A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD, AND SPONSORED CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK.
you're not living in a war-torn, third-world country.
you're crying about the beeping outside your door keeping your baby awake.
another mum down the hall is crying because her baby has a terminal illness and won't make it to their 5th birthday.
all your tests came back clear, you have nothing major to worry about.
you're not having to readjust your whole life based on scary test results.
I understand this is a terrible thing in your life and I am sorry Malakai was sick, but an incredible amount of people would swap places with you in a heartbeat because, in the grand scheme of things, you've got it pretty fucking good Sarah Stevenson (we all know you still haven't legally changed your name).
Let's put some things in perspective.
you got dropped off at the hospital in an ambulance that you can afford because you have private health cover. Your partner and son followed in a range rover.
you did not have to catch public transport or ask a family member to drive you or pay for the insane ambulance fee upfront.
you're in a private room.
you're not in a room with 5 other mums and crying babies.
you can work from your laptop from the hospital and not lose any money because you're away from your job.
you're not in a job where if you miss a day, you miss a pay. Your income is protected. You haven't been fired for missing work.
you have a husband back home to look after your other child.
you're not a single mum who has to worry about who will look after her other child.
you live in a country where hospitals can look after everyone. You were sent to another hospital close by which is better equipped to help your son.
you do not live in a country where there are not enough hospitals or doctors to look after everyone. You haven't been sent home with no answers
you get to go home to a multi-million dollar house that is 7 minutes away from the hospital. you have multiple bedrooms to spread out across.
you don't have to travel hours back to your small rural home which is cramped and you and your sick child don't have room to recover away from a noisy toddler.
you have the luxury of at-home oxygen monitors so you can go to sleep knowing that your baby is protected.
you don't have to worry about sleeping knowing that if your baby turns blue, you won't be awake to save him. Some mums can not go to sleep.
you live in a country where you speak the native language, you can understand and communicate everything with doctors.
you're not in a hospital where English is your second language and you're struggling to understand what's going on.
you have a chair to sleep in and sit in at the hospital.
you don't have to stand in an underfunded and overcrowded hospital with your sick baby.
you can afford expensive lollies and snacks.
you're not going without to fund your hospital stay.
you've got family who can visit you in the hospital.
you're not in a country on the other side of the world away from your support system.
you have RUNNING WATER, ELECTRICITY, A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD, AND SPONSORED CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK.
you're not living in a war-torn, third-world country.
you're crying about the beeping outside your door keeping your baby awake.
another mum down the hall is crying because her baby has a terminal illness and won't make it to their 5th birthday.
all your tests came back clear, you have nothing major to worry about.
you're not having to readjust your whole life based on scary test results.
I understand this is a terrible thing in your life and I am sorry Malakai was sick, but an incredible amount of people would swap places with you in a heartbeat because, in the grand scheme of things, you've got it pretty fucking good Sarah Stevenson (we all know you still haven't legally changed your name).
