It’s been 5 weeks since we sat in hospital sobbing for our lost girl Lily and 4 since Ava. It feels like yesterday.
I couldn’t bring myself to update the blog, but I did write notes on my phone some days. Looking back at them now makes for sad reading.
Every morning when you wake up, just for a second you forget what’s happened. But then it hits you like a train.
They’ve gone. And they’re never coming back. And you are empty. There’s no life inside you.
I have cried all day today.
I’ve asked myself a million questions. Why has this happened to us? Are we such bad people? Is it my fault? Is there something wrong with me?
Why couldn’t I look after them? That’s all I had to do, just project them and keep them safe. I couldn’t even manage that.
I blame myself. I have lost 3 babies now. 3 tiny angels.
Maybe this will never happen. Maybe I’m just not good enough to be a mother.
Distraction is the only thing to stop the tears. Our ensuite has never been so clean, and I fucking hate cleaning.
I’ve started drinking. It’s my go to in times of despair. I’m such a walking cliche.
I want to scream.
A midwife is visiting me today because my milk ducts are blocked. My breasts are full of milk for my babies, but there are no babies to feed.
Lee went out tonight. I drank a bottle of wine.
We arranged our twin daughters cremation today. This is something no parent should ever have to do.
We’ve cancelled the wedding completely. Neither of us has the heart to plan it without them being there. It doesn’t feel right anymore.
I’m so desperately sad today. I miss them, I miss them inside of me. I keep replaying their births over and over in my head. All I see is Lily’s tiny little foot poking out of me. A tiny perfect foot.
I see so many people wishing their children not to grow up so fast. Please just be grateful they do. Ours will never have that chance.
Mornings are the worst part of the day. I don’t want to get up, I don’t want to start another day without them.
Today is Lily May & Ava’s funeral. I didn’t think our hearts could break anymore than they have.
There’s so much irony in the dates things fall on.
The 27th was due to be our 20 week scan. It ended up being the girls cremation instead. The date in a few weeks when we find out their postmortem results. That will be the same date we lost our first child 2 years ago. It feels like someone’s playing a massive joke on us.
Last week we ran away. We’d booked a few nights away in Aldeburgh to rest and celebrate after we finally made it to the 20 week mark. I thought it might help to get away from everything/one. I can tell confirm if you’re scared of seeing babies & children, Aldeburgh is not the place to be in summer holidays. I have burst into tears at the sight of a breastfeeding mother, at a tiny girl with her mum in the pool, at families.
People ask how we’re doing, how we’re feeling, how we’re coping. It’s all that anyone can do really and we’re so grateful to be in peoples thoughts, but I don’t know how to answer. Do I say I’m ok? Or do I tell them I sob each day and some days all day?
We’ve had so many messages that I’ve ignored. I’m so sorry.
This is the reality.
I have bad dreams. I wake around 3/4am, lie awake with my mind filling with them until Doris wakes at 5.30. I have flashbacks to those days, to losing Lily, seeing her tiny foot. I hear the words of the midwife over and over in my head from the night we lost Ava. Hearing that she’d gone before I felt her slip away.
Lee would kiss my bump, now I can’t bear to look at myself in the mirror because I’m not the same anymore. As a wedding photographer he has had to carry on working throughout all of this and it’s taken it’s toll.
Anxiety kicks in when I’m left alone, yet I don’t really want to see anyone. I’m scared to see my friends. I’m scared as some are pregnant and due when we were and I don’t know how to cope with that. I love them dearly and I’m happy for them, but how do I watch their bumps grow when ours is gone. It took 2 years after we lost our first child to start to feel like I fitted in again with my friends conversations. I’m back to being an outsider.
We have no idea how to begin again.
Monday I go back to work. Part of me need the distraction, to do something, to have something else in my head. The other part of me is going to struggle with the role I play in the business. Sales. Meeting clients, networking.
I don’t want people to think I’m “better” because I’m back. I don’t have any choice, that’s the price of being self employed.