If you are here, I am sorry. Not because I don't want you. You are here, because you are in pain too or you are sharing this with me beyond the blog.
First things first. I think you will agree that my little boy was a bit of a stunner. A mother can say that. Mother. I adore writing those two simple syllables. Mo-ther.
I don't often get to boast that I am a Mummy too.
I have a son.
Do you know, I have never said those four words out loud. So many things are snatched away when your baby dies.
I will fill you in on the birth story one day when I am feeling stronger. It was, despite the morbid assumptions, the bright light against all this darkness. Now I know how people feel, in winter, on the North Pole.
There have been tears. Utter sadness. Advice. Love. Nearly one hundred letters of condolence. Deep, heavy despair. Laughter (surprising, but true). And so many more things that the evil witch brings with her.
I hope I can offer support to those who need it. And to everyone else - it is nice to know you care. I did not think I would be starting another blog so soon. I thought my fingers would be greased in Sudocrem. Not back on the trusty keyboard.