I am sorry to stick this on the new thread, huge apologies to anyone it upsets. Mrs K I know you have been thorugh something similar and I hope that this doesn't upset you. Sorry I've not responded to other people on last thread, this has taken it out of me. x
Dearest Ho Ho
I am writing this letter to you, my baby, as a way of saying goodbye. I am so sad that we never had the chance to meet or to say goodbye properly.
I want you to know that you were so loved and wanted although I worry that you didn?t know that. When I found out I was pregnant I was so happy but also so scared. I had lost two babies before you and I didn?t dare get my hopes up. But every morning that I woke up feeling ill I felt so happy!! I don?t think a mummy has ever been so happy to feel sick.
Your big sister would have loved you so much. She named you (don?t worry, you wouldn?t have been saddled with Ho Ho in the long term). Anyway, I don?t know where your lovely sister got the name Ho Ho but she was adamant it was a good name for a baby - she is an odd one. She didn?t know about you but she so wanted someone to play with, so the name stuck.
I would have called you Elizabeth, Betsy for short. I think of you as a girl. I don?t know if that is just wishful thinking but I think you were.
Anyway, I regret so much that I didn?t talk to you more. I was so scared that something would go wrong. I was scared of how I would cope with a baby (your sister is a handful!), so I sort of muddled along and joked that I was in denial.
As time went on I started to worry that there was something wrong. I don?t know now whether it was some strange instinct or just me worrying after losing the other babies. I hate that I spent our short time together worrying if you were ok and worrying about whether it would all work out ok. I am sorry that you didn?t feel more loved. I am sorry I wasn?t strong even to enjoy the time we had properly.
When I was worried that I was losing you I talked to you properly ? not the quick chats we?d had before but properly. I told you how loved you were and how much we needed you to be strong and hang in there. And you listened, for the first time I felt you move. You did that for me didn?t you lovely baby? I shouldn?t have been able to feel you move but I recognised that feeling of bubbles from your sister.
And you were strong weren?t you? You did hold on for me. I saw your lovely strong heartbeat on the monitor and your kicking legs and it was such a relief. Hearing that you were so poorly was the worst moment of my life. I cannot describe the horror of it all. I spent the next 48 hours enjoying you, enjoying you move and jump about but with a sense of dread for what was to come. I am so, so sorry that that is all we had. You should have had a lifetime with your family. I should have talked to you every day in the first few months. I should have done whatever I did wrong differently. You were my baby and I failed you.
I am so sorry for the decision we made. I didn?t want you to feel any pain. Selfishly I didn?t want to feel any pain but I wonder now if I made the right choice. Whether I should have held out, just to hold you in my arms one time. I could have poured a lifetime of love into you if we had just a few minutes. I hate what happened and I can?t forgive myself for it. I can?t ask you to but I want you to know I think of you every day. After you went I ached for you. I couldn?t believe you weren?t safe inside me. I couldn?t believe that I let you go. I am so sorry.
I am not going to try to replace you. You cannot be replaced. Our family won?t ever be the family of four I imagined. I will never smile at the sight of my two girls squabbling or hugging (although your sister is not much of a hugger). There is a gap in our family and in our home and perhaps that is as it should be. You exist in that gap, in that longing. In the quiet corner of the lounge, the chair at the table that never gets used. You exist in the quiet moments in the night when I want to scream and howl for my baby but don?t know how to start.
I need to say that I am sorry. That I love you. That you had a name ? you would have been Betsy, or perhaps Eliza. That you would have had a happy home. That I would have bought you a new crib so you were next to me for as long as possible. That your room would have been pale green with lovely sloping ceilings that I would have hung bunting from. You?d have been spoilt rotten just like your sister.
You?d have completed our family. In a way you still have.
I love you little baby and you will always be in my heart.
Mummy xx