Just that really, I should have five, DS included. But I don’t - just the one.
Jacob - 16/03/2013. I suffered a bleed and he was dead, had to deliver him stillborn.
BG - 15/07/2015. ‘Just a miscarriage’ is what I tell people, because technically it was less painful than the birth but it still fucking hurts. We never found out their gender but I still like to think of her as my baby girl.
My lovely little boy - 2016. He’s three now and my absolute light, don’t know what I would do without him.
Our twins, Eli and Freya - 8th February 2018. We were just a few weeks short of finding out their sexes, I like to think of one of each.
I rarely talk about them in real life, most of the time I like to pretend they never existed because the pain is unbearable, only DH and I know their names. My family say some awfully hurtful things but I’m awful at voicing my feelings.
I’ve been asked five times in the last fortnight if we’d have another and I really don’t think I have it in me.
But I have my son and that’s enough, more than enough, I am blessed.
But tonight, I’m mourning them and I’m missing them and I’m loving them, wherever they may be x