Unfortunately this is a bit of a sombre post.
The couple across the road from me lost their little baby girl last week. I don’t really know the couple, and had been meaning to go over and introduce myself since I moved into this house in May thisyear – I had just never gotten around to it. I went over to introduce myself on Thursday, and I started off with “Congratulations to the birth of your new baby” (they’d had a little girl approx’ 1 month earlier), and they burst out in tears. I didn’t know that they had lost their little bub only a few days earlier
I felt like the world’s biggest twat!
Friends of theirs came over on Friday to ask me if I’d like to go to the service, but I declined. I didn’t want to show up with Isabella, who is only a few months older than their precious daughter was, and it’s not really the type of thing you go to with a 2.5 year old either. Also the fact that I would have felt a little out of place.
I have been on the verge of tears since learning of what happened. I can’t stop thinking about the pain they are going through right now. It’s just one of those things you cannot comprehend.
I lost my little girl at 19 weeks gestation, so I know the pain of losing such a precious and innocent life. I was lucky enough to have a week to say goodbye to my beautiful girl, as I was told at th 18 week scan that there was a high risk we’d lose her soon. Unfortunately baby M passed away of SIDS during her sleep, so her parents never had that luxury of saying goodbye. They didn’t even know that there would be reason for saying goodbye. The death of this little baby has surfaced emotions I haven’t felt since losing baby Rhiannon, and I’m really finding it hard to get past it. Silly, I know, as until 4 days ago, I didn’t even know these people’s names, and now I am thinking of them almost 24/7.
I just wish there was something I could do to make their pain go away. It’s just so gutwrenchingly sad
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I am thinking of asking them for a photo of baby M, so that I can fix it up and get it printed & mounted for them, but I don’t know how I would go about asking almost strangers for a photo of their little angel without it looking a little weird.
I apologise for the deep & gloomy post, but I hope that it will make everyone who reads it hold their children extra tight and never take them for granted, for you never know what could happen in one fleeting moment.
Jodes XOXOX








