My personal feeling is that one day, C & C are going to really regret some of the decisions they've made over the last few months. (There is no criticism intended of their actions in saying that).
I was 23 years old when my second baby was stillborn. One day I was in Mothercare buying baby vests, the next I was sat with a midwife discussing funeral plans. We were asked to make decisions that had never even been on our radar....do we want to hold our baby, dress them, bath them, do we want a post mortem, do we want to take our baby home for a bit, do we want photographs.....it was utterly overwhelming, and thank goodness we were guided into making decisions that were right for us all because we just weren't able to do it. I had absolute faith in the team looking after me, they'd done it all before and had the medical knowledge we didn't. My only "blame" was for myself, I didn't question the midwife who had cared for me, or my GP I'd seen days before with a UTI. I didn't blame the radiographer who'd not seen anything on scans, nor did I blame the consultant I'd seen in clinic twice. We had a PM on our son, although that was probably the hardest decision of the lot, and we had our darling baby with us for a few hours until his body started to change, then it felt right to let them take him from us.
What I suppose I'm clumsily trying to say is that shit happens in most of our lives at some point, my darling nan always used to say you have to know the worst to appreciate the best. But most importantly, if I go through it all in my mind, I have no regrets and that mainly is due to the hand held out to us from the medical team that we took. I truly wonder how C & C are going to feel about this in years to come. Peace of mind is so very important to us all and something I feel very blessed to have. Sending much love out to little Charlie tonight, the little forgotten soldier in the heart of this story and all the little angels (or stars, I have a strong feeling that's what my boy now is) up there waiting for him xx