I'm a bereaved mum, but last night I wasn't, for once, in floods of tears for my own son but for poor, battered Baby P.
I'd avoided most of the story the previous day, but last night caught the news and I just could not cope with being told that when paramedics found him he was on the floor dressed only in a nappy and had been dead some time.
My prematurely born son was 8 days old when he died in my arms in Feb 2007 of a bowel infection and I'm so angry that another woman could have done this to the child she was blessed with, so angry.
But since nobody else on the bereavement forum I usually post on has made any mention of this I thought to myself surely some other mothers must be feeling the way I do? And that's how I found this thread.
I'm feeling better for having done so, though TW's poem had me in tears. And I'm glad I'm not the only one who's had to run from the room as soon as Rolf H starts singing Two Little Boys. I had twin boys and used to sing that song to them when they were in the NNU. (Not exactly appropriate, I know...)
One thing that really strikes me from all the posts here and other I've read about twin loss is just how often it is boy pregnancies that have a fatal outcome. I know statistically they are more at risk, but it's just how much more they are at risk, and I've been convinced for some time that a lot more needs to be done to monitor mothers carrying boys. (I had a traumatic pregnancy but did not know what I was having, and my consultant never seemed that bothered even though he must have known.)
Anyway, my best wishes to you all, and to Baby P, rest in peace you poor little soul. Rest in Peace.
K.