When doing a Good Thing can be hard

My parents, to their credit, have been lifelong blood givers. It's been something I've been meaning to do for a long time. So when mum got a reminder letter on Friday for some open session times next week, I rang up to volunteer. The lady on the phone was delighted. It was looking promising until she read off a criteria I had to pass to see if I was eiligble. "Have you had a baby in the past nine months?" "Well, yes, I have - although it barely counts because he's nine months on Sunday" (Happy nine month birthday, Riley!) "Ok, I can let that pass. You see, if you have a small baby we don't tend to accept women, because their bodies are still generally recovering and we do what's best for her, and the baby. Are you breastfeeding?" "Yes" "Ah - - well, unfotunately we don't let mothers give blood, pretty much for the same reason as above. Come back when you've weaned" D'oh. Some lucky person has missed out on my A+ blood.