Mrsbean I have never come across that poem before, thank you for posting it here and thinking of us
Sassy- I, like shabs, would never go back to those early days, not even if offered a lot of money to do so. The gut wrenching sheer agonising pain feels so overwhelming and unbearable, but here I am a year further on than you and yes it hurts like mad when I think about it, and everything's tinged with incredible sadness, but I'm still here and it's not as bad as those first weeks and months were. Catherine sounds like such a wonderful happy unique and precious girl, what a character, it's not fair that the world has lost such a lovely little girl
I threw out some of L's things after she died- the things I associated with her illness, toys she was given while in hospital. But everything else, the things that were truly hers, I have kept. Even silly things- the cardigan I wore on the day she got ill that she threw up on her bunny (fav toy) lives on our bed. I can't really bear to look at most of it yet- I have kept it all in a box, I actually wince if I have to see some of it but there are other times when I see something and think of the fun she had playing with it. I have hidden her buggy away but I'm starting to think it would be useful for DS, maybe I will get it out again. A time will come when you can look at her things without all of the pain, but it's not fair.
I'm in a bit of a confuzzled state over DP's redundancy/dismissal/whatever. I'm kind of thinking of waiting til my maternity pay ends and just sort of upping sticks and leaving the country--- but then I figure, well, would it help? Would moving make things better or make me feel better? After all my real problems are going to be carted around with me. DP's offered to look after DS if I go back to work but I'm not sure I trust him (!) he's never even changed a nappy for him.
Argh!