You can see the catch ups for days 11,17 and 20 here.
Journalling for day 11 reads:A smile or a hug from my favourite little man, the best things in life are free, simple treasures-simple pleasures.
Journalling for day 17 reads:February 17th 2006.This time 4 years ago it was cold,and there was snow falling down when we went for a routine midwife appointment, she couldn’t find a heartbeat and we were sent to the hospital for them to check. We thought they would tell us everything was fine instead the words they spoke made our world come crashing down.Even though that was bad, It sounded simple go back the next day, they would induce labour and leave me to it, a few hours in hospital and it would all be over, we neverexpected that things would get so complicated. That a few hours would drag out across six weeks, with the doctors trying various things, and failing, or putting us off. Wenever thought when they made the choice that surgery was the only option, I would feelthe whole thing, or that it wouldn’t work. Never in our wildest nightmares thought that a second lot of surgery would lead them to remove my right fallopian tube and a large part of my uterus. We also never thought it would make having a baby so difficult.We were told we would have more chance of winning the lottery than having another baby, and then we had Leo, and despite the way that turned out he gave us back some hope. Then came Ambrose, and when it ended in another loss wealmost gave up hope. But we’re still standing, asa couple we are stronger than ever. We will not be defeated, we will keep trying and weathering whatever dissapointments come along, then maybe one day we will get thatperfect little baby girl or boy we are so hopingfor. I’m greatful to Gaiebraille because thatloss taught me so much and makes me always remember this quote.
Journalling for day 20 reads:A House is somewhere you live, a building made from bricks and mortar. It needs a family to fill it full oflaughter and memories to make it a home This is ours
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