Look what I got in the post this morning! Thank you Fiona, you made me smile.
We will be meeting our latest little nephew for the first time today.
Meanwhile I've been knitting and finished off another little pair of trousers.
anything to take my mind off bloomin heartburn...off to find the gaviscon.
We are all home now for Easter, lots of DIY planned, and hopefully some gardening in the (hopefully) sunshine.
I ran up this little outfit for baby boy today. I used the Red Letter Day fabrics by Lizzy House.
And Eden made this adorable Mama and Chick today after I spotted the tutorial on Whip Up this morning. She's done a really good job I think.
We went to take Florence fresh flowers today and the cemetery was brim full of beautiful spring flowers, sadly though Florence has a new little neighbour.
Nothing like some lovely pressies to help cheer up the day. This is my beautiful Mothers Day gift that got stuck in customs, so I only received it yesterday. It's so beautiful, I really love it, and the chain is long enough that Florence just sits on my bump right next to her baby brother.
Also arrived today, my birthday pressies! My birthday isn't for another week or so, but since I chose these myself and ordered them myself I didn't think there was much point keeping them wrapped up until then.
I'm so excited about the Cloud 9 fabrics, I love Michelle's work and can't wait to plan what to do with these.
The Red Letter Day fabrics are lovely too, perfect for a little baby boy I think.
Finally the book, that was a bit of a last minute choice. I'm not sure there is really much in it I'd want to make, but I love to just look at the pictures.
Thank you so much for the comments left yesterday, and all the hugs and kind words I received by email. Yesterday was tough, and honestly I'm still a bit wobbly today, but baby boy is kicking away and I'm trying to think he's letting me know "Hey Mummy I'm OK"...silly, but if it gets me through.
Today I had another scan and an appointment with my lovely consultant. I arrived at the hospital at 8.30 am, after a night of tossing and turning, and a morning of the usual chaos plus a bit more. Lots of snapping at poor old Woody.
Baby boy was kicking away in the waiting room, for the first time I actually saw one of his kicks. I thought maybe he was trying to reassure me, but then quickly told myself to stop being so silly.
The scan was fine, the sonographer was very sweet and showed me everything in detail. She said the heart was fine, but then in my head I saw "only 25% of heart defects are found on a scan".
After the scan I made my way to the ante natal clinic. I haven't had an appt there in 14 years, and suddenly felt rather strange, I was shaking.
The receptionist heaved down this enourmous file, and oh my! That file was just mine, it was about 3 inches thick!
While waiting I could feel my face getting hot, and I texted Woody to tell him baby's heart was ok.
A chirpy midwife called me through into a little exam room, and asked me how I was which of course resulted in me crying all over her and the student midwife. Neither of them had read my notes yet, so had no idea about Florence, but once they knew treated me really nicely, and said they'd go and fetch my consultant to see me rather than make me wait in the waiting room yet again.
Dr P arrived soon after, he has a kind face and a warm handshake. He talked to me softly and thoughtfully, and we discussed a care plan for this pregnancy.My head is now spinning with medical processes and terminology and appts, and swabs, and scans....and well I should be reassured by all this care, but the truth is it terrifies me, and I just don't know what I think.
I'm used to being in control of my body, to birthing my babies my way, at home. A healthy woman birthing a healthy baby....but that's where it all gets fucked up isn't it?
At least I still get the familiarity of seeing my lovely community midwives alongside seeing Dr P.
This is all just so alien to me, and I'm so so scared for my little boy and I miss Florence, and it's just all so fucking shit.
And I've got to stop crying before I go to the children's Easter service...and shit, I still haven't bought any bloody waterproof mascara...when will I learn?
Baby boy was kicking away in the waiting room, for the first time I actually saw one of his kicks. I thought maybe he was trying to reassure me, but then quickly told myself to stop being so silly.
The scan was fine, the sonographer was very sweet and showed me everything in detail. She said the heart was fine, but then in my head I saw "only 25% of heart defects are found on a scan".
After the scan I made my way to the ante natal clinic. I haven't had an appt there in 14 years, and suddenly felt rather strange, I was shaking.
The receptionist heaved down this enourmous file, and oh my! That file was just mine, it was about 3 inches thick!
While waiting I could feel my face getting hot, and I texted Woody to tell him baby's heart was ok.
A chirpy midwife called me through into a little exam room, and asked me how I was which of course resulted in me crying all over her and the student midwife. Neither of them had read my notes yet, so had no idea about Florence, but once they knew treated me really nicely, and said they'd go and fetch my consultant to see me rather than make me wait in the waiting room yet again.
Dr P arrived soon after, he has a kind face and a warm handshake. He talked to me softly and thoughtfully, and we discussed a care plan for this pregnancy.My head is now spinning with medical processes and terminology and appts, and swabs, and scans....and well I should be reassured by all this care, but the truth is it terrifies me, and I just don't know what I think.
I'm used to being in control of my body, to birthing my babies my way, at home. A healthy woman birthing a healthy baby....but that's where it all gets fucked up isn't it?
At least I still get the familiarity of seeing my lovely community midwives alongside seeing Dr P.
This is all just so alien to me, and I'm so so scared for my little boy and I miss Florence, and it's just all so fucking shit.
And I've got to stop crying before I go to the children's Easter service...and shit, I still haven't bought any bloody waterproof mascara...when will I learn?
I don't know how many blankets a baby needs, but I like blankets, and this fabric is so beautiful.
My head is full of babies right now, live babies, dead babies, unborn babies, about to be born babies. they are all there, and in my dreams too.
I'm really very boring to be around.
I was on a roll yesterday, must've been that first lighter evening of the year. Whipped up this little suit, in velour stripes, with another knotty hat.
I've been a bit manic recently, mid pregnancy can be like that for me,but when I'm trying to distract myself from the demons in my head I'm extra manic.
Trying really hard right now not to worry about this weeks scan and consultant appointment. The sonographer couldn't get a good look at baby boy's heart last week, so I am booked in for another look this week.
There's no reason to suspect anything wrong,but there was no reason to expect Florence to die either, so that doesn't help me much.
I can feel him kicking about more now,but my anterior placenta muffles most of the movement.
Where's my bottle of optimism.....
I've just finished this little stretch sleepsuit using my blue stripe fabric I had printed at Spoonflower.
Honestly I'm not at all happy with the binding and I'm almost certainly going to either rip it off and re do it or cut the whole thing down into footed leggings...hmmmm.....
......
Anyhow, it suddenly dawned on me this morning that I forgot to draw a winner for my last give away on Friday as promised...oops! Sorry!
So, better late than never. The winner of the dress is.....
Hope's Mama
Just drop me an email to jeanette dot archer at gmail dot com with your address, and I'll get it in the post to you asap.
......
right off to do some unpicking!
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Edit
Crappy binding ripped out, and replaced with good old fold over elastic. Not the best rescue because I had to work around the snaps I'd already attatched,but it's a darn site better than it was.
I made a little knotty hat too.
I went to a shop, I browsed the baby items, and I even bought some things!
I've been thinking about it for a few days,I'd looked online, and talking it over with Woody this morning I got a little tearful, so he suggested I try looking at the baby things in the supermarket first of all to see if I could handle it, I looked, and bleurgh, they were horrible,(but I didn't cry) so after lunch The girls and I ventured into TK Maxx, since they often have a more interesting selection of baby clothing, including the bold sort of styles I prefer.I didn't find a perfect little outfit,but I did find a few sweet little nightgowns, and a couple of bold stripe sleepsuits without feet (I tend to have long skinny babies with big feet.)
So baby boy has some clothes bought just for him, and I did it! ( No one came over and told me to leave the store and take my dead baby germs with me either!)
I've been thinking about it for a few days,I'd looked online, and talking it over with Woody this morning I got a little tearful, so he suggested I try looking at the baby things in the supermarket first of all to see if I could handle it, I looked, and bleurgh, they were horrible,(but I didn't cry) so after lunch The girls and I ventured into TK Maxx, since they often have a more interesting selection of baby clothing, including the bold sort of styles I prefer.I didn't find a perfect little outfit,but I did find a few sweet little nightgowns, and a couple of bold stripe sleepsuits without feet (I tend to have long skinny babies with big feet.)
So baby boy has some clothes bought just for him, and I did it! ( No one came over and told me to leave the store and take my dead baby germs with me either!)
I'm feeling rather sick having just eaten most of a large bar of Green and Blacks bittersweet cherry chocolate. I can't even decide if I like that particular flavour, but you know it was here and open....
It did occur to me that it's rather an apt chocolate treat for someone like me. The dark bitter chocolate is satisfying, and the sour/sweet cherries make me wince, but I still like their intense sweetness.
It's chocolate, but it's painful, not too indulgent.
I've just tidied up Florence's cupboard, (I guess we have to stop calling it Florence's now? ). I've taken out the few little pink things, a couple of dresses, and this little dress.
I bought this dress from a lovely little boutique in Malvern last Summer. The children had to help pull me up the steep hill to the shop, and spotting this dress I just had to buy it. I just knew we were having a girl, and the shop had a sale, so I indulged.
This little dress is now going into Florence's memory box, it's hers and always was. I imagined her wearing this on a sunny day, all her little pink limbs on show, warm in my arms.
I miss her so much, and everything she might've been.
Eight months is a long time sweetheart. Catherine wrote this the other day:
It is a very long time.
Longer than I realised.
An expanse that unfolds and unfolds continually.
Without her.
This rainbow captivated us all on Monday evening, eight months since we said Goodbye.
This little dress was unfinished and forlorn,(part of the re drafting process for Flossie's Pinafore.) but I hastily* added some bias trim and a few buttons, and now I have no use for it.
I'm guessing someone out there might have use for it, so time for another give away I think.
It's sized to fit approx 18mth to 2 years, fastens at the back with buttons. Looks cute over a long sleeved tee, with tights, leggings or jeans.
Just leave me a comment and I'll use random.org to draw a winner on Friday. Offer open world wide.
* When I say hastily, I mean it's serviceable, but I wouldn't say I took as much care over my stitching as I would for something I might sell or gift.
My lovely friend Mary emailed me last week and suggested I take part in a particular project, that for now at least I don't want to mention in any more detail...I probably will soon enough, I'm rubbish at secret keeping!
I wasn't sure at first, Mary has more faith in me than I do myself, but I thought I could do with the distraction right now...20 week anomoly scan looming, hense the rather hyper me posting nonsense three times a day, sorry 'bout that!
Anyway, back to the point. These little dresses are what's been distracting me, and no doubt still will for a few more days at least.
What started out as an abandoned pattern, is now (I think) a sweet little pattern that I do like and one I'm going to work on some more.
I'm calling it Flossie's Pinafore. I can't really imagine Florence being big enough to wear one, but as it's the only work that's really inspired me in a long while, I thought I'd name it in her honour.
My last three babies were born at home, so I've never needed a coming home outfit for them. This little baby will be born in hospital and Oh how I hope he/she'll be coming home.
Maybe I should've waited to make this outfit. Maybe until after the anomoly scan, until we know baby is ok, or until we know the gender. Or maybe I shouldn't have made anything at all.
I like to make, it's what I do, it's when I feel most calm, it keeps these too empty hands busy.
I don't regret making any of the little things I made for Florence, but I know if this baby can't come home with us, I will regret it if I never made anything.
I've been awake since 4am. I heard Woody going to the bathroom, and disturbed from a dream I was having about a range of beautiful children's dresses, including construction detail, I thought I should jump out of bed and draw some of those dresses. Woody talked me out of it.
Lying there, thinking though, and remembering each detail I realised actually some of the designs were a bit silly...though not all.
....
Today I drove my car! I drove to B&Q and bought some flowers, some for the front garden, and some for next to Florence's stone in our garden. I hate driving, my heart pounds, my palms sweat, and I just hate it. Woody drove home via a larger B&Q and we bought a new hoover. This one actually picks up thread off my Velcro like bedroom carpet, and it sucked out all the fluff from my overlocker in a few seconds, and on top of all that it has a smiley face, and a name!
....
The post arrived. Last week I finally filled in the form to receive Florence's death certificate. Sometimes I can do that stuff, and sometimes, like last week I find myself sobbing and trying hard not to let my tears stain the paper.The certificate arrived today. Our baby girl, a simple official form, her name, our names...she was real wasn't she? She did exist?
Why am I asking? I knew her, I knew her kicks and wriggles. I held her in my arms.
Now I'll file away this paper with all the others.
....
Just random stuff.
Lying there, thinking though, and remembering each detail I realised actually some of the designs were a bit silly...though not all.
....
Today I drove my car! I drove to B&Q and bought some flowers, some for the front garden, and some for next to Florence's stone in our garden. I hate driving, my heart pounds, my palms sweat, and I just hate it. Woody drove home via a larger B&Q and we bought a new hoover. This one actually picks up thread off my Velcro like bedroom carpet, and it sucked out all the fluff from my overlocker in a few seconds, and on top of all that it has a smiley face, and a name!
....
The post arrived. Last week I finally filled in the form to receive Florence's death certificate. Sometimes I can do that stuff, and sometimes, like last week I find myself sobbing and trying hard not to let my tears stain the paper.The certificate arrived today. Our baby girl, a simple official form, her name, our names...she was real wasn't she? She did exist?
Why am I asking? I knew her, I knew her kicks and wriggles. I held her in my arms.
Now I'll file away this paper with all the others.
....
Just random stuff.
This time I remembered the sleeves, and I'm happier with the pattern placement, and the construction...though there's always room for improvement.
To match my new coat when it arrives.
Spring has finally sprung, there are little flowers popping up in the garden, and the past two days have been warm. Too warm to hide away in my big maternity coat and woolly scarf.
Today I felt positively light headed on my way home from school,but I'm not ready to give up my safety blanket of coat and scarf either, so I've just ordered myself a lovely new coat from Boden.
I'll need a nice light scarf to wear with it I think, so might go fabric hunting in my stash later....Oh the Anna Maria Voiles would make a lovely scarf.....
Weird day today, it's Angus' birthday, my sweet beatiful blue eyed baby boy is 8, I can't quite believe it. we are celebrating tonight with italian food and chocolate cake.
I'm also 20 weeks pregnant with this little rainbow baby. Half way or thereabouts. I guess I should be happy about that, and I am, especially now this little one is wriggling about a bit more.
Today I felt positively light headed on my way home from school,but I'm not ready to give up my safety blanket of coat and scarf either, so I've just ordered myself a lovely new coat from Boden.
I'll need a nice light scarf to wear with it I think, so might go fabric hunting in my stash later....Oh the Anna Maria Voiles would make a lovely scarf.....
Weird day today, it's Angus' birthday, my sweet beatiful blue eyed baby boy is 8, I can't quite believe it. we are celebrating tonight with italian food and chocolate cake.
I'm also 20 weeks pregnant with this little rainbow baby. Half way or thereabouts. I guess I should be happy about that, and I am, especially now this little one is wriggling about a bit more.
I've been working on something else this week, drafting and re drafting a pattern for a baby/toddler dress for a secret project. I got to a point where I needed some haberdashery supplies, and being the great big wuss I am I decided I'd rather start on something else than actually get in my car and (eeek!) drive to the store to buy supplies.
So I started work on this little newborn baby smock, but clearly my brain was still in dress mode, because I completely forgot to put in the sleeves on the smock! Still, it's quite cute anyway, and I am expecting a summer baby...plus, I have enough fabric left to make one with sleeves.
The voile sews up lovely too, I used french seams, and pondered a rolled hem, which although would work well on this fabric I decided against, because I prefer a proper hem.
Oh yes, and it fastens on the shoulders with little buttons.
Made using this pattern, and leftover Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino.
Oh yes, and check out Anna Maria's blog for the full low down on her voiles. I so so want more of these.
These gorgeous fabrics arrived yesterday, and I'm in love. These are the Voiles from Anna Maria Horner, and nothing I had read about how lovely they are had prepared me for their gorgeousness. They are so soft, light and tactile. I wish I'd ordered more, and even prefer them to my usual summer faves, Liberty Tana Lawn.
The blue dobby is destined to be newborn trousers, and the print a little smock style top.
They should go perfectly with the cardigan I finished the other day and these bootees...well when I've knitted the matching one.
Hopefully, a coming home outfit for baby.
( This is where I want to add in all the doom and gloom stuff that spins round in my head, but I wont, I'll be a good girl ..)
After a huge de clutter of my fabric supplies the other week, I decided to treat myself to just a few yards of some fabrics I'd had my eye on for some time.
This is one of them. Three yards of Anna Maria Horners Folksy Flannel, Forest Hills in Moonlight. I love these colours, and look how well they go with the blanket I've been working on for baby.
This fabric will be a receiving blanket, and possibly more,I haven't decided yet.
I'm not finding it easy to balance my need to prepare for this baby, with my fears for this baby.
Part of me so wants to let go of the pain, and fear and enjoy the process of sewing and knitting sweet baby things, while another part of me is paralysed with fear.
I know doing these things can't kill my baby, but I also know I have a cupboard downstairs stuffed full of all the baby things I prepared for Florence.
So, I tell myself, this baby deserves things made just for him (or her!), and even if I'm just being practical, this baby will need at least one outfit and one blanket...
I wish it wasn't so hard.
Hmmm, this feels weird. I didn't expect to finish this quite so quickly. I've wrapped it and hidden it away for now.
Louise Cardigan from Vintage Baby Knits by Kristen Rengren. I used Debbie Bliss Cashmerino DK.
It's been a while since I've made any blankets for my local hospital bereavement suite. these are double sided minkee/flannel or minkee/knit.I'm trying to get a package together for next time I visit the hospital. Next on my list are burial pouches for the really tiny ones.
Tiny hats too, they knit up in no time.
When Florence was born Woody grabbed the camera from the shelf and hastily took a few shots of her . Four in all, grainy hastily taken photos in poor light. The only four photos of her alive.
Later in hospital, the midwives suggested they take some more of the three of us. We were not sure at the time, after all we had four precious shots at home of her alive. The midwives took five more photos, you can clearly see the tears in our eyes on those photos.
When we took the children into the hospital to see Florence that evening,I grabbed my camera as we headed out. I took as many shots as I could of the children with their baby sister. I didn't really consider lighting or composition, and I was worrying over Florence's delicate body. Her lungs were at that point saturated with blood, and the slightest movement would cause her to bleed out through her nose.
So we have perhaps twenty photos of her, some no one outside of us have ever seen, though to us she's beautiful on every one.We know to others she may not be.
Twenty or so photos is just not enough, a thousand photos would never be enough,but I wish we'd taken more.
After seeing Sally's beautiful necklace in a recent post by her, I showed it to Woody, and he has ordered a similar one for me for Mothers Day (14th March here in the UK). I had to choose two photos for it and I wished I had more to choose from. I could never tire of looking at her, not ever.
Here in the UK, pregnant and new Mums are given Bounty Packs at various stages during pregnancy and after birth. They are really a marketing excercise, lots of big companies pay to have their products in each pack, and hopefully the new Mum will be hooked for life, but for lots of Mums it's quite exciting to get your big bag or box of freebies.
I quite enjoyed claiming my packs when India was small,but never bothered after that because I knew most of the products included were things I wouldn't use anyway.
Fast forward to now, and my curiosity got the better of me, so I filled in the form (Oh dear cue junk mail for the rest of my life!), and sent Woody off to Boots to claim my "Mum To Be Essentials" pack. I thought maybe there might be some sample sized bits and pieces useful for my hospital bag, maybe a breast pad or two, or some antibacterial gel.
I ripped open the bag, and found a bib, a spoon, some perfumed washing powder.....and a guide on caring for your baby now she's six months old!
The lady in the shop had given Woody the 6+ months bag, not the Mum To Be bag. So I have the bag I should be getting right about now for Florence...sheeesh, I should've known better!
This looks like a much better bet.
I quite enjoyed claiming my packs when India was small,but never bothered after that because I knew most of the products included were things I wouldn't use anyway.
Fast forward to now, and my curiosity got the better of me, so I filled in the form (Oh dear cue junk mail for the rest of my life!), and sent Woody off to Boots to claim my "Mum To Be Essentials" pack. I thought maybe there might be some sample sized bits and pieces useful for my hospital bag, maybe a breast pad or two, or some antibacterial gel.
I ripped open the bag, and found a bib, a spoon, some perfumed washing powder.....and a guide on caring for your baby now she's six months old!
The lady in the shop had given Woody the 6+ months bag, not the Mum To Be bag. So I have the bag I should be getting right about now for Florence...sheeesh, I should've known better!
This looks like a much better bet.
Glow In The Woods is an amazing support website for bereaved parents, today I'm taking part in their kitchen table discussion.
1 | How would you describe your presence on the Internet? Does your online voice differ from your real life voice? If so, how? And why?
I had my blog before Florence was born,I wrote about sewing, and knitting, home decor, all pretty light and fluffy, just pretty pictures really with a few words. I had a small following, mostly other crafty Mummies and customers from my little business .
Then Florence was born, and she died, and news was leaking out via Facebook, rumours were started and Woody and I thought the best thing to do was add our news here on my blog.
We had no idea at the time what an impact that would make, and I had no idea how that decision would change my blog forever.
I think my online voice is my real life voice. I'm as honest as I can be about most things, and my lack of writing skill means I can't really hide terribly well behind a more crafted voice. So yeah, I think this is me.
2 | Why did you begin blogging, or reading blogs? Was this before or after your experience of babyloss?
I was blogging already when Florence was born, and decided to keep my thoughts and feelings about her here in this space primarily because I didn't want to hide her away somewhere else. I had shared so many of the preparations for her arrival here, it just seemed too sad to move her.
This means that now my blog is a rather peculiar mix of grief and sewing, but that kinda reflects my life.
I worry sometimes that my sewing/crafty readers don't want to hear about the grief, and my babylost readers don't want to read about the sewing. I'm certain my initial dreams of a beautiful craft blog are totally scuppered now, and maybe the presence of my crafty readers stops me spewing my grief so violently, I just don't know.
3 | Do you write anonymously? Does anonymity - or would anonymity - change your expression of grief?
Nope, I am who I say I am. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be anonymous, but I know in reality I just couldn't keep it up.
4 | Do you have a responsibility in how you express yourself on the Internet? To whom, and why?
Yes, I think I do. My first responsibility is to my family. I will not write about Woody's grief, and I'm careful what I write about my living children, they deserve their privacy. I also do not write about extended family or friends likely to read and be upset.
Sometimes this is hard, and I've deleted many a post having a good old whinge about someone,but it's not worth it to hit publish. Usually just writing it down is enough to get it out of my system.
5 | Do authenticity and honesty matter to you, both as a reader and a writer? Or does unconditional support matter more? How do you think readers perceive your truth?
Authenticity and honour do matter to me greatly as both a writer and a reader. I hope readers perceive my truth for what it is. I'm a normal Mummy, missing her little girl.
6 | Have you ever been in the crosshairs of a troll? How did you deal with it, and what did you learn from it?
No, and I hope I never am.
7 | How do you feel before going online - either to write on your own blog, or to absorb the writing of others? How do you feel when you shut down the computer and walk away?
Hmmm, this is a tough question. I think how I feel changes so often. To read, I like some quiet time, I like to absorb what has been written by women (and men) who I have come to care about so very much over the past few months.
To write, well I guess I usually have something niggling away at me, and need to get it out. Once I have I generally feel better for a while, then I panic I've exposed myself too much, or I'm that boring woman droning on again about her dead baby, or that I've inadvertently upset someone.....I'm a worrier!
8 | Do family/friends know you write/commune online? If so, have they told you how they feel about it? How do you respond to their opinions?
Some do, some don't. I don't make a point of telling people. I'm usually pretty surprised when someone tells me they read.
My sil Julie reads and comments (Hi Julie), and I don't want to put words in her mouth, but I think she does that because she lives in the US with her husband (Woody's brother) and children, and we don't get to see them very often.I think in some small way my blog has brought us a little closer, and I'm glad of that.
I know some of my real life friends read, they tell me, actually when I think about it, there are quite a few real lifers who read, the lollipop lady (Hi Wendy) stops me sometimes to talk about something I've said on here.
9 | Have you ever met any other loss bloggers in real-life? How did it feel to share food and air and space, and how did it make you feel about your own storytelling and healing? If you haven't experienced this, would you want to, or not? Why?
No I haven't, but I'd like to. I feel very sad sometimes that many of the women I care so much about I will never meet.
10 | How did you/will you know it's time to read fewer grief blogs, and write less of grief? How did you/will you redirect your energy, creativity, and persona online -- did you/will you go offline? Disappear and start again? Or transition in your current space, hoping to find a new voice? If you've done this, how did it feel?
I really don't know, I'll probably just have more sewing here and less grief as time goes on.
1 | How would you describe your presence on the Internet? Does your online voice differ from your real life voice? If so, how? And why?
I had my blog before Florence was born,I wrote about sewing, and knitting, home decor, all pretty light and fluffy, just pretty pictures really with a few words. I had a small following, mostly other crafty Mummies and customers from my little business .
Then Florence was born, and she died, and news was leaking out via Facebook, rumours were started and Woody and I thought the best thing to do was add our news here on my blog.
We had no idea at the time what an impact that would make, and I had no idea how that decision would change my blog forever.
I think my online voice is my real life voice. I'm as honest as I can be about most things, and my lack of writing skill means I can't really hide terribly well behind a more crafted voice. So yeah, I think this is me.
2 | Why did you begin blogging, or reading blogs? Was this before or after your experience of babyloss?
I was blogging already when Florence was born, and decided to keep my thoughts and feelings about her here in this space primarily because I didn't want to hide her away somewhere else. I had shared so many of the preparations for her arrival here, it just seemed too sad to move her.
This means that now my blog is a rather peculiar mix of grief and sewing, but that kinda reflects my life.
I worry sometimes that my sewing/crafty readers don't want to hear about the grief, and my babylost readers don't want to read about the sewing. I'm certain my initial dreams of a beautiful craft blog are totally scuppered now, and maybe the presence of my crafty readers stops me spewing my grief so violently, I just don't know.
3 | Do you write anonymously? Does anonymity - or would anonymity - change your expression of grief?
Nope, I am who I say I am. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be anonymous, but I know in reality I just couldn't keep it up.
4 | Do you have a responsibility in how you express yourself on the Internet? To whom, and why?
Yes, I think I do. My first responsibility is to my family. I will not write about Woody's grief, and I'm careful what I write about my living children, they deserve their privacy. I also do not write about extended family or friends likely to read and be upset.
Sometimes this is hard, and I've deleted many a post having a good old whinge about someone,but it's not worth it to hit publish. Usually just writing it down is enough to get it out of my system.
5 | Do authenticity and honesty matter to you, both as a reader and a writer? Or does unconditional support matter more? How do you think readers perceive your truth?
Authenticity and honour do matter to me greatly as both a writer and a reader. I hope readers perceive my truth for what it is. I'm a normal Mummy, missing her little girl.
6 | Have you ever been in the crosshairs of a troll? How did you deal with it, and what did you learn from it?
No, and I hope I never am.
7 | How do you feel before going online - either to write on your own blog, or to absorb the writing of others? How do you feel when you shut down the computer and walk away?
Hmmm, this is a tough question. I think how I feel changes so often. To read, I like some quiet time, I like to absorb what has been written by women (and men) who I have come to care about so very much over the past few months.
To write, well I guess I usually have something niggling away at me, and need to get it out. Once I have I generally feel better for a while, then I panic I've exposed myself too much, or I'm that boring woman droning on again about her dead baby, or that I've inadvertently upset someone.....I'm a worrier!
8 | Do family/friends know you write/commune online? If so, have they told you how they feel about it? How do you respond to their opinions?
Some do, some don't. I don't make a point of telling people. I'm usually pretty surprised when someone tells me they read.
My sil Julie reads and comments (Hi Julie), and I don't want to put words in her mouth, but I think she does that because she lives in the US with her husband (Woody's brother) and children, and we don't get to see them very often.I think in some small way my blog has brought us a little closer, and I'm glad of that.
I know some of my real life friends read, they tell me, actually when I think about it, there are quite a few real lifers who read, the lollipop lady (Hi Wendy) stops me sometimes to talk about something I've said on here.
9 | Have you ever met any other loss bloggers in real-life? How did it feel to share food and air and space, and how did it make you feel about your own storytelling and healing? If you haven't experienced this, would you want to, or not? Why?
No I haven't, but I'd like to. I feel very sad sometimes that many of the women I care so much about I will never meet.
10 | How did you/will you know it's time to read fewer grief blogs, and write less of grief? How did you/will you redirect your energy, creativity, and persona online -- did you/will you go offline? Disappear and start again? Or transition in your current space, hoping to find a new voice? If you've done this, how did it feel?
I really don't know, I'll probably just have more sewing here and less grief as time goes on.
I hadn't forgotten. The winner as picked by random.org is comment no 8, Jess.
Jess if you contact me jeanette dot archer at gmail dot com with your address, I'll pop the kimono in the post to you.
Oh yes, and calling Beth, and Samantha, you won the dress, and the bibs respectively from my last giveaway, but I haven't heard from either of you. Email me, and I'll get your gifts off to you too.
Jess if you contact me jeanette dot archer at gmail dot com with your address, I'll pop the kimono in the post to you.
Oh yes, and calling Beth, and Samantha, you won the dress, and the bibs respectively from my last giveaway, but I haven't heard from either of you. Email me, and I'll get your gifts off to you too.
It's raining today. I like the rain, I can pull up my scarf over my nose, and tilt my umbrella to hide my eyes. I don't have to talk to anyone, and everyone is rushing by, so they don't expect me to stop and talk anyway.
Something is bothering me, something someone said.She didn't mean it to bother me, she has issues of her own and I think was merely protecting herself. A harmless comment really, people make those to pregnant women all of the time, but this pregnant woman is fragile, more fragile than she wants to admit, and the comment hurt.
I guess I'm gonna get a lot more of those too.
After dinner last night Woody came upstairs to find me watching Saving Babies , he just kinda winced at me, slightly rolled his eyes and settled down at his pc.
I've been watching a lot of "baby tv" recently. I kinda have this compulsion to watch, even shows like Saving Babies, which is about desperately sick babies.I watch, and I wince, and I cry and I wonder if they'll pull through (they always do...that can't be right can it? I mean do they film the ones that die then not show them?)
What I simply can't fathom about this particular show though is that these babies are so so poorly with often severe physical defects, unyet they are healthier than Florence was.
Florence couldn't even be stabilised enough to move her to a ventilator (she was ventilated by hand for five hours). The children's hospital though initially on alert to transfer her in, cancelled her transfer and advised withdrawal of treatment.
She had a perfect heart, a perfect brain, everything was perfect, she was beautiful and she was too sick to even get as far as those babies on tv.
Maybe I should just stop watching.
I've been watching a lot of "baby tv" recently. I kinda have this compulsion to watch, even shows like Saving Babies, which is about desperately sick babies.I watch, and I wince, and I cry and I wonder if they'll pull through (they always do...that can't be right can it? I mean do they film the ones that die then not show them?)
What I simply can't fathom about this particular show though is that these babies are so so poorly with often severe physical defects, unyet they are healthier than Florence was.
Florence couldn't even be stabilised enough to move her to a ventilator (she was ventilated by hand for five hours). The children's hospital though initially on alert to transfer her in, cancelled her transfer and advised withdrawal of treatment.
She had a perfect heart, a perfect brain, everything was perfect, she was beautiful and she was too sick to even get as far as those babies on tv.
Maybe I should just stop watching.
Thursday morning I had an appointment to see my midwife.I had been offered the option of having all my ante natal appointments at home,but I declined. My midwife works in the community out of several doctor's surgeries, and I know I rarely visit my doctor, but I can't put off going to the surgery forever can I?
The waiting room is tiny. I walked in, and there was a face I recognised from school. Someone I've often exchanged "hellos" with, though not since Florence was born.
She immediately spotted the green maternity notes in my hand, or maybe she spotted my bump. She grinned so hard at me. I smiled, but I was terrified (and a little ashamed.)
I told the receptionist I was there to see the midwife...there is no privacy in that room.
The nice lady from school asked me when I was due, and told me she was due soon after.
I sat down, tried to ignore the radio which was playing some stupid love song, bit my lip hard and tried not to cry.
Finally in the safety of the exam room with my midwife, I started to relax. We chatted about the inquest, and she immediately put me at ease.
Then it was time to listen in to baby. I climbed on the couch, and after a few moments, there it was, a little heartbeat. M, my midwife smiled. I think I said, "so I have been feeling something then?"
BUT...I didn't feel relief, or excitement or anything much. I didn't cry.
I left the surgery and called Woody on my mobile. I chatted about the waiting room, about how M had agreed with me on a certain subject to do with the inquest, and finally he interrupted and said "did you hear a heartbeat?"...."yes"
I told him to put the kettle on, I'd be home in a moment.
The waiting room is tiny. I walked in, and there was a face I recognised from school. Someone I've often exchanged "hellos" with, though not since Florence was born.
She immediately spotted the green maternity notes in my hand, or maybe she spotted my bump. She grinned so hard at me. I smiled, but I was terrified (and a little ashamed.)
I told the receptionist I was there to see the midwife...there is no privacy in that room.
The nice lady from school asked me when I was due, and told me she was due soon after.
I sat down, tried to ignore the radio which was playing some stupid love song, bit my lip hard and tried not to cry.
Finally in the safety of the exam room with my midwife, I started to relax. We chatted about the inquest, and she immediately put me at ease.
Then it was time to listen in to baby. I climbed on the couch, and after a few moments, there it was, a little heartbeat. M, my midwife smiled. I think I said, "so I have been feeling something then?"
BUT...I didn't feel relief, or excitement or anything much. I didn't cry.
I left the surgery and called Woody on my mobile. I chatted about the waiting room, about how M had agreed with me on a certain subject to do with the inquest, and finally he interrupted and said "did you hear a heartbeat?"...."yes"
I told him to put the kettle on, I'd be home in a moment.
This kimono has sat in my UFO box for such a long time. I whizzed it up on the sewing machine the other day, and now it needs a new home. I should warn you, my stitching on this is not up to my usual standards,but it's certainly serviceable. So if you have a little one you'd like this for just leave me a comment and I'll do a draw for a winner in a weeks time.
The kimono is made from cotton needlecord in a chocolate brown, and fastens with two little ties, one inside, one outside. The sizing on this is generous and will fit most 12-24 month olds. Looks lovely over a long sleeved t shirt or turtleneck, and with jeans or leggings.
And now for the winners of my last give away:
Using Random.org and some jiggery pokery with a pen and paper, these are the winners:
Green Dress : Ann-Marie Dewhurst
Red Dress : Beth
Bibs: Samantha
If you guys drop me a line at jeanette dot archer at gmail dot com with your addresses, I'll pop these in the post asap.
I dreamed about Florence last night. She was dressed in a pretty pastel sleepsuit, and looked so beautiful. I was holding her, I could feel her weight in my arms, but she was sleeping deeply, and was so quiet, she didn't want to feed. Suddenly she was gone, and I was looking for her in a cupboard full of pastel coloured boxes, but all I could find in there were dolls, and doll parts. I couldn't find her, but was frantic because she hadn't had a feed.
It's been a tough week. Wednesday was the inquest. The flashbacks had become more frequent in the run up, and I was feeling pretty low last week, but I also just wanted the inquest over with.
We were not quite sure where we were going. Funny how you can live somewhere for so long and not realise a building you've walked past hundreds of times is a building you might one day visit.
When we arrived, we were met in the waiting room by my lovely midwife, and the paediatrician that treated Florence and has been such a support over the past few months. There was also the pathologist, and another midwife who had come to support my midwife. Friendly faces.
The usher went through his list of attendees. I told him I was Florence's mother. The words caught in my throat and the sobs took over. I hate crying like that, but was soon ok.
We were taken upstairs to the court room. A large Victorian room, with huge windows through which the sound of the very busy road outside could be heard. I couldn't help noticing how the ugly modern office furniture sat so awkwardly in such a large an imposing room.
Woody and I held hands as we listened to the statements from everyone involved. Re living Florence's birth and death over and over from different perspectives. That was hard. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.
Nothing new was discovered, as expected. We did find out that the staff at our local hospital were advised by the large children's hospital to withdraw treatment at 10.30, but the doctors continued for eight more minutes.
I was also relieved to hear from two statements how Florence was still alive when she was placed in my arms.
She was so very still, I'd never been sure if she'd already gone,but two paediatricians stated that Florence died in my arms. She was safe.
She stayed in mine or Woody's arms all that day.
The final cause of death is recorded as Massive Pulmonary Heamorrhage due to Natural Causes.
We'll ever know what those natural causes were.
It's been a tough week. Wednesday was the inquest. The flashbacks had become more frequent in the run up, and I was feeling pretty low last week, but I also just wanted the inquest over with.
We were not quite sure where we were going. Funny how you can live somewhere for so long and not realise a building you've walked past hundreds of times is a building you might one day visit.
When we arrived, we were met in the waiting room by my lovely midwife, and the paediatrician that treated Florence and has been such a support over the past few months. There was also the pathologist, and another midwife who had come to support my midwife. Friendly faces.
The usher went through his list of attendees. I told him I was Florence's mother. The words caught in my throat and the sobs took over. I hate crying like that, but was soon ok.
We were taken upstairs to the court room. A large Victorian room, with huge windows through which the sound of the very busy road outside could be heard. I couldn't help noticing how the ugly modern office furniture sat so awkwardly in such a large an imposing room.
Woody and I held hands as we listened to the statements from everyone involved. Re living Florence's birth and death over and over from different perspectives. That was hard. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes.
Nothing new was discovered, as expected. We did find out that the staff at our local hospital were advised by the large children's hospital to withdraw treatment at 10.30, but the doctors continued for eight more minutes.
I was also relieved to hear from two statements how Florence was still alive when she was placed in my arms.
She was so very still, I'd never been sure if she'd already gone,but two paediatricians stated that Florence died in my arms. She was safe.
She stayed in mine or Woody's arms all that day.
The final cause of death is recorded as Massive Pulmonary Heamorrhage due to Natural Causes.
We'll ever know what those natural causes were.
I had no idea the contents of my UFO basket would be so popular. I have allocated the following on a first come first served basis, sorry for anyone disappointed.
Hannah: Park Slope bucket bag
Mummytothec's: Ladybird lunch bag
Ally: Chocolate Lollipop bucket bag
Becky: beige/blue bucket bag
Tulip: green pinafore
Albert: beige/blue lunch bag
Samaymay: Petrol pinafore
If you could all email me your addresses to jeanette dot archer at gmail dot com I'll get them in the post later this week.
Don't forget it's still not too late to enter the draw for the give aways a couple of posts down...just scroll, I've been busy today!
Hannah: Park Slope bucket bag
Mummytothec's: Ladybird lunch bag
Ally: Chocolate Lollipop bucket bag
Becky: beige/blue bucket bag
Tulip: green pinafore
Albert: beige/blue lunch bag
Samaymay: Petrol pinafore
If you could all email me your addresses to jeanette dot archer at gmail dot com I'll get them in the post later this week.
Don't forget it's still not too late to enter the draw for the give aways a couple of posts down...just scroll, I've been busy today!
..and I'm impatient, so I'm listing here a few cut out ready to sew items from my UFO basket that someone else might have more use for than me.
Firstly lunchbags:
One brown lady bird corduroy with blue corduroy lining.
One pale beige/blue printed cotton with pale blue corduroy lining.
These are not complete, you need to sew them up using the lunchbag tutorial instructions in my side bar over on the left. They do not include an insulating layer, and you need to supply a button.
Next, Bucket Style Bags
Just like this one.
One in mixed green/brown florals (chocolate lollipop), with natural lining
One in blue floral (park slope), with natural lining
One in lovely beige, and pale blue cotton, with pale blue corduroy lining.
Again, you need to sew these yourself. They are pretty straightforward, though I'm not at all inclined to write out instructions, so if you want one of these then you'll need some sewing knowledge.
Lastly, Pinafores, just like the ones in my previous post.
Petrol blue, size 12-18 mths, with large flower applique pieces.
Green, size 18-24 mths, with large flower applique pieces.
Sorry guys, but again, no instructions, but fairly obvious to anyone with a little sewing experience. You will need bias binding for the arm holes and neck opening, and you will need either snaps or buttons to fasten the back of the dress.
OK, that's it, if anyone wants any of this stuff, just leave me a comment, I'll work on a first come first served principle for these,and sorry guys UK mainland only cos I'm gonna go bankrupt from postal charges otherwise. Please don't ask for more than one item.
And yeah, I know I said no instructions for the bucket storage and the dresses, but I might stertch to an order of work at the very least.
Come on, help me clear out my craft space!
Firstly lunchbags:
One brown lady bird corduroy with blue corduroy lining.
One pale beige/blue printed cotton with pale blue corduroy lining.
These are not complete, you need to sew them up using the lunchbag tutorial instructions in my side bar over on the left. They do not include an insulating layer, and you need to supply a button.
Next, Bucket Style Bags
Just like this one.
One in mixed green/brown florals (chocolate lollipop), with natural lining
One in blue floral (park slope), with natural lining
One in lovely beige, and pale blue cotton, with pale blue corduroy lining.
Again, you need to sew these yourself. They are pretty straightforward, though I'm not at all inclined to write out instructions, so if you want one of these then you'll need some sewing knowledge.
Lastly, Pinafores, just like the ones in my previous post.
Petrol blue, size 12-18 mths, with large flower applique pieces.
Green, size 18-24 mths, with large flower applique pieces.
Sorry guys, but again, no instructions, but fairly obvious to anyone with a little sewing experience. You will need bias binding for the arm holes and neck opening, and you will need either snaps or buttons to fasten the back of the dress.
OK, that's it, if anyone wants any of this stuff, just leave me a comment, I'll work on a first come first served principle for these,and sorry guys UK mainland only cos I'm gonna go bankrupt from postal charges otherwise. Please don't ask for more than one item.
And yeah, I know I said no instructions for the bucket storage and the dresses, but I might stertch to an order of work at the very least.
Come on, help me clear out my craft space!
So, the slight turn in the weather, the lighter evenings and the easing of my morning sickness all mean I'm feeling the urge to clear up and organise. (Not to mention the distraction from thinking about Florence's Inquest coming up this week.)
I sorted through my UFO box yesterday, and re discovered these little dresses I started to experiment with ages ago. I remember abandoning the project in favour of more urgent sewing,and because I wasn't entirely happy with the way they were going. Looking at them again with fresh eyes I can see that the pattern itself isn't really too bad, and I might return to working with it again.
Meanwhile, though these little dresses are not entirely successful, they are quite cute and it occurred to me that rather than chuck them in my rag bag, somebody out there might actually like them for their little one. (I could be really wrong about this though.)
Anyhow, both dresses are simple A line pinafores that fasten at the back with snaps (I've yet to add these, but I will do before I pass them on to anyone.). I think they'd look cute over a long sleeve t shirt or turtleneck over leggings or jeans, or even with just tights...they are short dresses, kinda 70's style, but that makes them ideal for crawlers.
Both dresses are sized to fit 6-12 month olds.
(And I should warn you, the colours might possibly run in the wash, so a colour catcher sheet would be a good idea.)
Hmmm, not sure I've really convinced anyone here!
Anyway, not to leave out the boys, I also found these half finished bibs. I just need to add snaps, and they are ready to use.
So, if you would like either dress or the set of bibs just leave me a comment telling me which one you'd like, and I'll pick a winner by the end of the week. Give away open to everyone who reads, I don't mind posting internationally.
While I have your attention, I also have in my UFO box several ready to sew lunch bags, and I really can't be arsed sewing them, so wondered, do you think they'd be worth giving away? The instructions to make them are right over there on the left hand side of my blog.(you might need to scroll down a bit) Just a thought...think I might have to ask people to pay postage for those though...pondering.
Let me know what you think please?
I'm trying, I promise I'm trying. I really want to be optimistic, but I find myself browsing websites for doppler hire and private scans, wondering if I should spend the money we don't have for reassurance...of a kind, and for how long?
I do battle with the old me, the natural home birthing Mama that believes in her body and it's ability to grow and birth a living healthy baby.
I'm just not her anymore, though remnants remain and taunt me.
I look at my shelf of pregnancy books, not daring to open them. I know what they say, I've read them all a hundred times before.I did everything right. Florence's birth was perfect, no drugs, at home, upright, no tearing, no problems and then she died.
This baby will be born in hospital*, I'm not sure how yet. I'm not sure I care. I just want a living one this time please.
* Babies die in hospitals too, and Florence would've died wherever she was born. I'm going to hospital this time for lots of reasons,but mostly because I know I can't do birth at home again, too many memories.
I do battle with the old me, the natural home birthing Mama that believes in her body and it's ability to grow and birth a living healthy baby.
I'm just not her anymore, though remnants remain and taunt me.
I look at my shelf of pregnancy books, not daring to open them. I know what they say, I've read them all a hundred times before.I did everything right. Florence's birth was perfect, no drugs, at home, upright, no tearing, no problems and then she died.
This baby will be born in hospital*, I'm not sure how yet. I'm not sure I care. I just want a living one this time please.
* Babies die in hospitals too, and Florence would've died wherever she was born. I'm going to hospital this time for lots of reasons,but mostly because I know I can't do birth at home again, too many memories.
Starting to knit a baby blanket can't kill my baby.
Buying a book of vintage baby knitting patterns similarly can't kill my baby.
Repeat, until you believe it.
Buying a book of vintage baby knitting patterns similarly can't kill my baby.
Repeat, until you believe it.
It's a funny old business this pregnancy after loss thing. Some days my head is spinning with thoughts, and my emotions are in such turmoil, I just don't know if I'm coming or going. I'm starting to think I may have multiple personality issues.
Yesterday was our "dating scan". I've always hated scans, and generally had as few as possible, I had no scans at all with Eden, though I guess that was mostly down to my wonderful Dutch midwives and the Dutch maternity services of the time. (we lived in Holland briefly in 1998).
The only way I can get through certain appointments is to kinda disconnect my emotions from my surroundings and be an observer. That's what I did yesterday. Even the junkie pregnant Mama in the waiting room was just someone to observe, and not even feel anything for, not disgust, or pity, or anything.
We were called into the examination room, the sonographer was kind, gentle and motherly, just what I'd hoped for. There is nothing obvious on my notes identifying me as a dead baby mama, but I think there must be something on my computerised records because something about this lady made me think she knew.
The machine was switched on, and Woody and I both looked for that heartbeat. It was there. Baby was chilled, and grown, and my heart was beating out of my chest.
The dating scan is quick. We were back in the waiting room in no time. We bought one picture.The sonographer gave me a squeeze with her eyes.Then we went to do some grocery shopping.
Later that evening I went to a pregnancy yoga class. A happy place, filled with happy smiley pregnant women, all glowing and bountiful, brim full of hope and joy. I found myself smiling too, even laughing...all the while quieting the demons in my head telling me;
"stop smiling, you are not one of them"
"You are a failure and a fraud"
I partnered a lovely young woman for one excercise, and we chatted. She asked me about my children, and I answered slowly, carefully trying to find the right words, trying not to scare her. I told her I would have a six month old, but she died, and bless her, without skipping a beat she said she was sorry and carried on her bubbly chatter. Maybe I did scare her, I hope not. Just her little sorry meant so much to me.She didn't recoil in horror, she didn't demand I leave the room for fear of contaminating everyone with my dead baby germs. She just chatted to me, and was lovely.
That was the second time this week I've had to tell someone my baby died, it's never easy, and I always feel I've been clumsy and it's come out all wrong. I don't know how to get the words out right,but I can't just gloss over Florence, maybe sometimes I should,but she's my forever baby, she lived, she was real, and I can't ever deny her.
I cried silently in the relaxation part of the class. The teacher was talking us through and having us imagine a rainbow of colours travelling up our spines, to the crown of our head and then down in front of us. My rainbow orb hovered above my belly above my baby that I already love so much, and am terrified of loving. I'm afraid of the intensity of my feelings, I'm so afraid of never getting to hold this little one pink and healthy, but I refuse to let those demons in my head win.
I do deserve to be in that class, my baby does deserve to be loved and wanted, and I'm going to fight those demons with everything I have.
Yesterday was our "dating scan". I've always hated scans, and generally had as few as possible, I had no scans at all with Eden, though I guess that was mostly down to my wonderful Dutch midwives and the Dutch maternity services of the time. (we lived in Holland briefly in 1998).
The only way I can get through certain appointments is to kinda disconnect my emotions from my surroundings and be an observer. That's what I did yesterday. Even the junkie pregnant Mama in the waiting room was just someone to observe, and not even feel anything for, not disgust, or pity, or anything.
We were called into the examination room, the sonographer was kind, gentle and motherly, just what I'd hoped for. There is nothing obvious on my notes identifying me as a dead baby mama, but I think there must be something on my computerised records because something about this lady made me think she knew.
The machine was switched on, and Woody and I both looked for that heartbeat. It was there. Baby was chilled, and grown, and my heart was beating out of my chest.
The dating scan is quick. We were back in the waiting room in no time. We bought one picture.The sonographer gave me a squeeze with her eyes.Then we went to do some grocery shopping.
Later that evening I went to a pregnancy yoga class. A happy place, filled with happy smiley pregnant women, all glowing and bountiful, brim full of hope and joy. I found myself smiling too, even laughing...all the while quieting the demons in my head telling me;
"stop smiling, you are not one of them"
"You are a failure and a fraud"
I partnered a lovely young woman for one excercise, and we chatted. She asked me about my children, and I answered slowly, carefully trying to find the right words, trying not to scare her. I told her I would have a six month old, but she died, and bless her, without skipping a beat she said she was sorry and carried on her bubbly chatter. Maybe I did scare her, I hope not. Just her little sorry meant so much to me.She didn't recoil in horror, she didn't demand I leave the room for fear of contaminating everyone with my dead baby germs. She just chatted to me, and was lovely.
That was the second time this week I've had to tell someone my baby died, it's never easy, and I always feel I've been clumsy and it's come out all wrong. I don't know how to get the words out right,but I can't just gloss over Florence, maybe sometimes I should,but she's my forever baby, she lived, she was real, and I can't ever deny her.
I cried silently in the relaxation part of the class. The teacher was talking us through and having us imagine a rainbow of colours travelling up our spines, to the crown of our head and then down in front of us. My rainbow orb hovered above my belly above my baby that I already love so much, and am terrified of loving. I'm afraid of the intensity of my feelings, I'm so afraid of never getting to hold this little one pink and healthy, but I refuse to let those demons in my head win.
I do deserve to be in that class, my baby does deserve to be loved and wanted, and I'm going to fight those demons with everything I have.
