I've been wondering recently why it is so hard for me to come and fill in this journal now. Life for the most part is happy, I've moved house, it's somewhere far more suitable for us, with lots more space and a lovely border collie puppy (nicknamed Devil Dog) called Chloe. I've been in a relationship
We had to call the family and ask them to come and say their goodbyes. I won’t go into how it felt to be told that or how it feels now to write about it. It’s still too raw. I remember screaming though.
******Reposted in its entirety from my original blog****** So for my beautiful baby boy it was a serene start to life. He was peaceful, happily lying in my arms as though he hadn’t even noticed that he’d been born. I remember the midwife commenting what a beautiful colour he was, and if the birth notes
******Reposted in its entirety from my original blog****** I wanted to write my birth story straight away; but of course life and a large amount of procrastination have allowed 9 days to pass by since I started it, and here I am 12 days later finally finishing it. I still don’t really feel emotionally in