Two years ago we said goodbye. We never saw you. We never felt you. We never heard you. But every day now, We see you – in your little brother. We feel you – in our hearts. We hear you – an angelic voice, inside of us. The hurt, the pain, that will never go away. It will ease. It is easier. But it still hurts. That you’re not here, physically. One day we will meet again. Until then, until I can finally hold you in my arms, I will hold you in my heart, Forever.
miscarriage
I’m jumping from a plane at 13,000 feet… #JumpForLove
As many of my regular readers will know, in December 2012 I fell pregnant and then lost our little miracle at 10(+3) weeks gestation after a miscarriage at home. My husband & I were obviously both absolutely devastated and we just about managed to get through Christmas after the heartbreak, knowing what should have been. I never thought it would happen to me, that I would be a statistic of miscarriage, and I felt so withdrawn and depressed. In the new year I discovered Saying Goodbye via Twitter, and Zoe & the team and their posts on there and Facebook helped …
Miscarriage – why should we have to wait?
Many of my regular readers will know how we suffered a miscarriage back in December 2012. It was such a heartbreaking time for us, as it is for anyone. The thing that it made it worse? Waiting. Having to wait a whole weekend for a scan at the Early Pregnancy Assessment Unit. Why? Because there were no staff to do it. If you were following my blog at the time you will know how the end of my pregnancy panned out, but I will tell you briefly just to refresh and for anyone who has just found me. I started spotting …
A to Z of Family – A is for Adjustment
I’m going to be joining in with Confessions of a SAHM’s new linky, being the A-Z of family. Each week we will go through the alphabet writing a post about one word ascertaining to that weeks letter. I think this will be a good challenge to join in with! Becoming a family means adjustment. Adjustment to a new lifestyle, a new routine, new people. Nothing can prepare you for just how big that adjustment is. It’s OK going to antenatal classes and all that jazz, but when reality hits, woah, it’s a totally different league! I found it incredibly hard becoming …
One Year
One year. One year ago today. That day that I became another statistic. The worst day of our year. One of the worst of our lives. It changed me. I suffered. I still suffer. Especially today. Emotional. Tears. Sadness. But we gained another gift. A gift from our angel. We have never forgotten. But we remember you even more so today. On the date that we lost you. Lost you forever. Physically. But not emotionally or your memory. One year.