The hardest piece of writing I have ever had to face………..
WARNING, PLEASE DO NOT READ THESE POSTS IF YOU ARE CURRENTLY PREGNANT, AND IF SO, MAY I WISH YOU ALL SUCCESS AND HAPPINESS
This is a prelude to a little mini series of posts about my experience of childbirth and loss, those of you who are as good as I am at putting off jobs you sort of do and don’t want to do will fully understand this prelude…this means I actually HAVE to finish it!
It is almost finished in truth, just needs a few re-reads and tidying up to try to fully do it justice, it is something I have been wanting to do for some time now, BUT……..
Apparently, this situation is extremely rare, so please please don’t get upset or fret over these posts!
I have been trying to find the right words for this post for quite some time now, and to date have failed miserably.
It has been something of a huge decision as to whether I should publicly share this or not, I have decided to do so to the best of my ability for several reasons, not in the least to preserve the memory of my lost son, which seems to be such a taboo subject amongst family and friends, and also to try to help myself get past this, as I have been operating pretty much in a “robotic” state since this occurred.
If reading these helps just one other person in a similar situation then that will be a positive outcome, if nothing else it will take a great weight from my mind cos NO-ONE wants to talk about it!
This is MY blog and I’ll write and cry if I want to!