I don't even know where to start.
I got a phone call from my mum last night asking me what time I was going to the crematorium today, and I had to ask her why.
I can not believe that 7 years ago today my daughter Ella at 27 weeks was still born and I forgot.
I know 7 years is a long time ago, but I should have remembered her, i don't want to forget her, cause if I don't remember her then who will, I know her father won't.
I should most probably be on the phone crying to one of my friends or DH, but I just don't want to talk to anyone, mainly because I know what they will say to me. They will tell me how I shouldn't dwell in the past I should move on, how lucky I am because despite being told after I lost Ella I would never be able to have children, I now have one beautiful amazing daughter and am pg with twins.
But I already know how lucky I am. I am not dwelling in the past i am taking 1 day out of the whole year to remember Ella, and all I have to do this is a polariod that the mw gave to me and the memory of her tiny coffin, it was so small it could have been a shoe box and it breaks my heart to think of that again and know that I forgot about her on her day.