jkb, it's been a long time since we arranged the funeral so my memory on the hand outs we recieved is a little hazy, but I do seem to remember getting something on funeral arrangements from them. You mustn't do what people expect you to do because it's expected, this is your time and your time to be totally selfish, do what you need to do. This is your only chance to do this and whilst others will move on and forget, you never will move on and you don't want to regret anything.
We didn't have a PM because she was born alive, babies with something wrong with them don't survive birth at that age, so we knew that something was wrong with me. It took three months to do all the tests and there was pages of results, each result on a seperate bit of paper that was stuck down. I have no idea how many or what tests they did! They did find an answer and because of that I have gone on to have three more little girls and I'm pregnant again. I would recommend Antiphospholipid testing to anyone who has lost a baby past the first trimester (I'd say earlier too but they're not likely to earlier before you've had three losses)
I love that poem. The first time I read it I sent it straight to my husband. Some time later I was going through my sent emails and realised I had sent it to him around the time we concieved our eldest LC. Rereading it with that in mind the line another child you'll bare made me cry, especially as at the time I got pregnant we'd not had a diagnosis. Every time I read it that line jumps out at me.
Here's another poem I like to read when I feel that people are trying to impose their ideas on me.
Don't tell me that you understand
Don't tell me that you know,
Don't tell me that I will survive
Or how I will surely grow.
Don't tell me that this is just a test
That I am truly blessed
That I am chosen for this task
Apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don't tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgement
Of the bounds I must untie,
Don't tell me how to suffer
And don't tell me how to cry!
My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But, I need you now,
I need your love, unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, "My friend, I care."
By Joanetta Hendel
Bereavement Magazine