I am the mother of a little girl, and a little boy, both of whom were taken before they took a breath on earth. I have a Beagle called Arthur who tries his best to substitute, and a husband who must love me more than I can describe, (other than by saying that he cleans without me asking him to, and never, ever says anything mean to me).
My baby girl arrived at almost 19 weeks, and of course, did not survive. A year later, my baby boy – Freddie – arrived at almost 25 weeks. One week after the fluid that babies need so vitally, had left him, Freddie passed away, and was born not long afterwards. My love for them both will never wither. My very being is fractured by the loss of my babies. It is difficult to write and will be difficult for many of you to read. This is my narrative.
Monthly Archives: April 2011
So, I’ve had a pretty busy time the last few days – Easter weekend brought friends, barbeques and waaay too much booze. I also had a friend stay last night and we went into town for the evening. It was … Continue reading
Today I’d be 29 weeks pregnant. Sometimes I feel my tummy, which is still relatively round, and I have these strange conflicting feelings of utter sadness at the remembrance that there’s nothing in there, and it isn’t big and round … Continue reading
Today at the gym I saw two of the midwives who cared for me in hospital a few weeks ago. One of them helped to deliver Freddie. They looked as if they expected me to burst into tears at any … Continue reading
I can honestly say that I’ve been bowled over by the amount of support I’ve had so quickly since my first post yesterday – it really does help to know that people are moved/inspired/touched or any of the other assenting … Continue reading