Update

I've been meaning to post an update for ages but haven't quite managed so here it is (in bullet point form...) - thanks for the nudge St Elsewhere ;-) * I'm 30 weeks now and things seem to be going well bar having gestational diabeties again. I had a scan a couple of weeks ago and the baby looks well and was measuring in the 25th percentile which seems strange to me after two big babies (BWS is an overgrowth syndrome and Max is just big). When I asked if we'd do another scan my endochrologist said if we're worried about the baby being small so that's playing on my mind. So all going well 8 weeks to go. I'm starting to get more anxious and just hoping and praying everything is OK with the baby - you can never really know can you. But generally (clutching a big piece of wood here) doing much better than my last pregnancy - a toddler to keep me busy helps a lot. * Max is 22 months now and brings joy and laughter (and lets be honest - some yelling and the occasional tantrum) to our lives everyday. He's not really talking yet (says dog, duck, Mama, and nah) but can communicate and my doctor thinks he's still in the normal range and we'll just wait and see for now. * Max's christening is this weekend and last night we saw the priest that performed Matilda's funeral for the first time since then. I coped OK but I still find it hard to believe at times that we had a daughter, she died, and we organised her funeral. We're going to include a prayer for her in the baptism. * This is the third time I've been 30 weeks pregnant but the first time I've really been out and interacting with people at this stage of pregnancy. With Matilda I was in hospital by now and with Max I was home most of the time and when I was out I really didn't want anyone bringing up the fact I was I pregnant. This time I'm out there talking to people about age gaps and how their older child adjusted and generally acting like there's going to be a baby coming home. It strikes me sometimes that someone who didn't know my story and was having a hard time falling/staying pregnant/another BLM would just assume I was just one of those smug, pregnant, fertile women who was acting like it was just going to happen. That's all I can think of right now but I'm sure there's more I've been meaning to post - I'll be back :-)

New Normal and Some News

A term that floats around in baby loss circles is the 'new normal'. Life's never the same but eventually that 'new normal' becomes 'normal' in it's own way. Looking at my fridge I was struck by having Matilda's memorial card (with her picture that we gave people at her funeral) held up by an Australian Breastfeeding Association magnet and right next to the standard vaccinations magnet and a photo of me and Max held up by a 'Grief is a journey' magnet.

On my bedside table, I have a picture of Matilda, her urn, and a teddy bear a friend knitted for her while I was pregnant. Next to that is a stack of books I am reading (or trying to read) and on top of that stack is 'Turning Tears in Laughter' about toddler discipline.

And these things are normal to me now.
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My news is that I'm 14 weeks pregnant and so far things look good and I'm much more hopeful of bringing this little one home than I ever was with Max at this stage. But I can't feel movements yet and while I know that's 'normal' it scares me. That naviety of pregnancy when you haven't suffered loss just never comes back.

But amongst these circles I know I'm incrediably lucky to be pregnant with my 2nd subsequent baby so soon and I'm ever so grateful for that. Some of my friends are having very rough times at the moment and my heart breaks for them.
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Matilda - the other normal is that I love you, think about you everyday, and miss you. As I watch Max grow into a toddler I just wonder what you would have been like now and still can't believe we never got the priviledge of watching you grow and change and giggle and walk and wonder at the world. It still hurts.

A Wedding

I was a bridesmaid for one of my best friends in the weekend. The wedding was fantastic and so much fun but one thing keeps reoccuring to me. I saw lots of people I haven't seen in years (like the 10 years since we finished university) and so had lots of conversations about what we'd been up to. I'd talk about Max and sometimes they'd ask 'just the one' and I'd say 'yeah' and change the subject. It started at my friend's hens night on the Thursday and just carried on. I'm not sure why - normally I do bring up Matilda but it just didn't feel like the place given it was my friend's huge happy occasion (and they've been through a lot as well). I don't feel uncomfortable with it the way I would have a year ago.

It was the first time I'd been away from Max overnight and it was two nights. He's 14 months and was fine without me (in fact he didn't seem that excited to see me again when we came back). But all the conversations made me think about Matilda more than him if that makes sense. How is it on my first time away from my baby I spend more time thinking about the one I never left but yet we spend our lives apart.

And grief came rushing at me in places I just didn't see coming. It was a church wedding and the last time I saw a priest performing a ceremony was Matilda's funeral. I didn't think about this until the moment she said, 'let's pray'. And then it all came back at me.

Beautiful photos of the bride sitting on the lakefront under a rainbow that had appeared bought the grief back.

Some people I spoke to would have known about Matilda but the bride's mum bought her up and I was so grateful because as we know, people never do.

But mostly there was laughter, love, and gratefulness for my family and friends.

The Worst Day of my Life

This time two years ago, we'd learnt our little girl was very very sick and it just got worse and worse. I can't believe we had to watch our baby slip away from us and all the best doctors and medical help couldn't save her.

It feels strange to be going about my life as normal today but otherwise I think I just sit here and relive that awful day and cry.

Matilda - I love you and miss you and I'll be thinking about you today but that's nothing new, I think about you every day.

Butterflies and Elephants

My neighbour gave me a card and it made me cry. Sophia (her four year old) told her Matilda is in heaven chasing butterflies and elephants. I hope so.

Two years ago she was here and alive for what now seems like the blink of an eye.

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Happy Birthday my precious baby girl. We love you and miss you every single day. I wish you were here waking us up early this morning and we could give you presents and cake. Instead we'll take your brother out and look for you in the sun and the sky and everything else that's around us.

xx

Two Very Different First Birthdays

Last week was Max's first birthday - there was cake, laughter, lots of friends, and everything I always dreamed of. I just wish we'd been able to have that sort of celebration for Matilda instead of tears and hiding ourselves away from the world and wishing the day away.

Just before Max's first birthday I unexpectedly became a friend's labor support partner. I actually coped better than I thought I would especially when there started to be a lot of decels just before the delivery. Though I was anxiously watching the monitor to see the heart rate come back up after each one.

The next day the emotion all caught up with me and I cried in the shower and my heart broke all over again for those of you that have labored with stillborn babies or have had that estatic moment of delivery quickly change to heartbreak and devastation. Even with all we went through in losing Matilda, I can barely fathom what that must have been like for all of you.