My beautiful boy passed away in his sleep last year due to natural courses. I found him at 3am in his bed.
He was to old to be classed as cot death.
He was a healthy very typical three an half year old.
We are devastated and are trying to deal with it. We have a two year old too. (He was 18months when I lost my eldest) But silly comments are starting to drive us made such as my other son is a gift and how we were meant to have him. I just want to scream 'why does everyone have all their children and you don't call them gifts so why is my son a gift.' Or times a healer.
It isn't. For me the length of time is just a reminder of how long it has been since I last time heard my baby say mum or hug me or drive me insane and then to point I am about to go mad make me laugh with a cheeky smile and then all is forgotten.
I was meant to have two sons. I still have two sons just my eldest isn't here anymore. Which is hard enough. The fact is if I woke up a bit earlier we could of saved him.
We also want to have another baby. I always wanted three. Not because I have two boys and want a girl. I just always wanted three. I would keep going if we could afford it. Someone said to me are you only having a third as my second needs a sibling! I am not having another to replace my son. These comments put me off trying for a third.
Is anyone else going through the same?
Sorry about the long post. I am new on here.