It’s been one whole year since I held you in my arms. One whole year since I kissed those chubby cheeks, blew raspberries on those double chins, rubbed that little soft fur head and held that tiny hand. One whole year. In many ways it’s hard to believe that it has been a year already,… Continue reading It’s been a year …..
“I must find my brave”….. Those are the words which start my journal which I began on 20th November 2016 – 8 days after Elijah passed away, and on what should have been his 5 month old milestone. Instead I found myself writing. And that is what I have continued to do. I think for… Continue reading I Must Find My Brave.
But then, on 29th August our world came crashing down around us, and what followed was 3 weeks of hell. Torture. Complete despair. Heartache like I have never known. Instead of bringing our wee man home, Elijah ended up in PICU that afternoon and was the most fragile little one in The Royal Victoria Hospital. I actually… Continue reading Disappointment.
We didn’t know that day just how important that little ward would become to us. It became a second home, a little haven; the nurses became our good friends, the Sisters like mothers, the cleaner knew what way I took my coffee, the doctors felt like school mates, and the cardiac consultants like grandpas. What… Continue reading ‘I get knocked down, but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down!” 🎶
As we say, ‘so long’ to September and ‘let’s be having ya’ to October I feel the need to sit down, relax, take a few deep breaths and let out a great big *sigh*. What a month it has been – with some highs and some, not lows, but some really tough moments. We have… Continue reading It was then that I carried you.