Child Loss
Nearly two years ago, after a successful, stress free pregnancy, which was greatly received, after two miscarriages before that. Knowing that I’d passed the three month danger zone, the rest would be a breeze. Turning off the podcasts that had been about miscarriages and baby loss—I didn’t need to listen to anything like this, as if my baby would die now that the danger zone had passed. I allowed myself the freedom of having a glass of wine on the weekend, as my baby kicked away in my belly. I allowed myself to completely relax and unwind, all felt so well. I allowed myself to look for names for the baby, buy a few things for the little one for when it arrived. I wouldn’t find out the sex, as I wanted that to be a surprise, deep down I knew he was a boy though. The last few hours he had been really kicking, doing a final dance in my belly, before coming out into the world.