Oh thank you.
I struggle to talk about dd, her whole short life was pretty traumatic and, even 15, almost 16, years later I can't get my head around it.
Her name was Emma, and she, like Scott, had the most beautiful shock of dark hair and dark, wise, eyes.
Where Scott was found to have one kidney, and some complications due to that (hence the op) he was fine a lot of the time too.
Emma was born just a week or so before her due date. Throughout my pregnancy I knew something wasn't right with her, I just knew it, she wasn't moving right, and I wasn't feeling kicks etc.
The sonographer (who I saw monthly due to what happened with Scott) was so annoyed with me, even said I would need my mental health assessed as I just kept repeating something wasn't right. She also accused me of being paranoid because Scott had died.
Unfortunately, I discovered I was right within a few seconds of her birth.
My dear, sweet, beautiful girl was born just broken.
She had brittle bones, some had broken and reset during pregnancy, some had broken as I gave birth, and she couldn't breathe alone, or move.
When I remember her I always remember the first 10 seconds after her birth, that was the only time I ever saw her without a ventilator on, I didn't notice her injuries, I just saw my beautiful girl.
Shes another one that had an eyeroll that could (and did) reduce a grown up to tears (it was me, she reduced me to tears by eye rolling at my mediocre singing 😊).
She lived for 2 weeks and her whole tiny life was just filled with tests and pain, and being poked and prodded.
When the doctor pulled me aside and showed me the xrays of her ribs, they looked like pieces of thread, she got an infection from the ventilor, and her heart wasn't coping. So I made the very tough decision to let her go.
If I thought for a minute the best thing for her would be to fight so she could spend a life laid in bed, on a ventilator, unable to move or do anything for herself at all.
Her whole tiny life was just so traumatic, my poor darling girl. She was so, so very special, and didn't deserve to go through what she went through.
When I was taken to another room (essentially a cupboard) for privacy while her ventilator was switched off (the only alternative was a 15 minute time slot in NICU where they would put a curtain around us and keep other parents out) I opened a window for her so she could finally fly free. I like to think Scott came to walk her home.
I was so, so lucky to be her Mummy too, and I miss her every day.