She died aged 5 weeks almost 20
Years ago from complications due to bronchiolitis.
I've always thought about her but never really spoke about her and not had photos up of her and basically avoided conversation about her.
I've gone on to have more children and I know they know about her but I don't speak to them about her and when people ask how many dc I have I never mention her :(.
My mum every year on her birthday and anniversary puts a post on Facebook and I have to hide it because it makes me cringe (I realise how horrible that sounds).
This year is different I can't stop thinking of her I want to get her stuff out but it's In the loft and I would feel awkward asking my DH to get it.
Last week I googled the consultant who cared for her and emailed him to say sorry for never saying Thankyou properly for the care he gave her and he sent me a lovely email back but I've not told my DH because I feel so weird about it.
She would have been 20 this Wednesday and I feel like all this grief is brand new - I keep wondering who she would have been and I can't tell anyone because they will think I've lost the plot after all theE years.
I think I've kept myself so busy and distant from what actually happened for years And now I don't know what is going on because she is constantly in my head 😢
It sounds weird but it's really starting to distress me that if I start talking about her and stuff people will think wtf.