Matilda's birthday is five days away. I'm crying more and more as it approaches. I don't know what we're going to do and have a feeling that whatever we do it won't feel like enough.
Today I was cleaning up paperwork and realised the letter from our health insurance I opened last week wasn't the payment to the hospital for my recent stay but the payment for Matilda's stay last year. I was about to throw it out when I realised it said Baby Taylor on it and I had a closer look at the dates. I'm not sure why it's taken almost 12 months for the payment to happen. Then I wasn't sure what to do with it - should I keep it and put it in Matilda's memory box? Or throw it away because it's boring insurance paperwork? And then I cried that I even have to go through this thought process - that I have so little of my daughter that I want to keep every single thing that shows she existed - that she's part of our family.
I've seen other babyloss Mum's describe themselves as 'happy-sad' when their rainbow baby arrives and there's really no other way to put it. I'm so happy Max is here, next to my bed, snuggled to chest, on the change table waving his legs but I'm so so sad Matilda was never in any of those places.
And I'm scared no one is going to remember her birthday.