This has to be the most minimalist hospital bag I have ever packed. Enough stuff to throw in a cupboard without looking if Marmite doesn’t come home, enough stuff to last until someone goes home to get more if he breathes. If he goes to scbu then he won’t need clothes or nappies from home […]
23 Weeks Pregnant.
Marmite is looking like making it to a major milestone, that of ‘viability’. It’s odd to be thinking like that. I never gave 24 weeks any thought with the girls and then with Freddie all I could think about was that if we got to 24 weeks and he died, at least he’d be a […]
Dreams : One : Two : Three
We forgot to go to Freddie’s funeral. We were busy, the girls were alive and needed us and life goes on and… oh my word, it was today and we forgot. Max was okay with it; after all, it was just a procedure, he didn’t need us there, the girls needed us. It was just […]
