9 Months

Today Bea is 9 months old

At this time

6.30pm

On the day she turned 9 months

I fed Baby Tilda to sleep

I cuddled her longer than I should

David was working in London

Due home late

Esther and William were asleep in their cots

The house was quiet

And I had my beautiful baby in my arms

I lay with her

Nuzzled to my breast

Longer than I should

Before laying her in her cot to sleep

I will always be grateful for the extra minutes I stole

My extra last minutes with Matilda Mae

The last time I held her warm in my arms

The last time I saw her alive

Today Bea turns 9 months old

I have been dreading this day for so long

I am terrified that this day will be Bea’s last

That may seem stupid and irrational to some

But we have no idea why Tilda died

So we cannot be certain that Bea will not die too

I have been determined for so long

That today would be a good day

A special day

In case it is our last

We have had a lovely day

A special day

A Tilda and Bea day

Filled with rainbows and stars

holding the living close

holding the living close

Today Bea turns 9 months old

My nerves are in tatters

My heart in my mouth

I cannot relax

I cannot not be with Bea

Last night as if she knew

Bea started to be snotty

Had a fever

And a broken night’s sleep

This evening she has fallen into a sticky Calpol sleep

In my arms

Tonight is the night I need her to live

I need her to survive

And she is more poorly than she has ever been

Perhaps it is coincidence

Perhaps it is fate

I will keep a closer eye than ever

On the Rainbow Baby

Who has to live

Please, Dear God, let her live

raising rainbow big

19 thoughts on “9 Months

  1. Thinking of you especially tonight. Try to sleep well and look forward to your baby cuddles in the morning. Huge hugs xxx

  2. I feel so sad reading this, you must be terrified, forever in a rut of fear. I’ve been thinking of you today, and everyday since I found your blog. Sending you lots of love and well wishes. Get well soon Bea. xx

  3. As I read this I felt a lump in my throat, and a tear in my eye. I thought of my own children, and how I might feel if this horrible thing happened to them. I just couldn’t. I couldn’t imagine it. It’s too awful.
    I do hope young Bea is well by the morning, as I am sure she will be. She will see you and smile up at you, her amazing mummy, her world. And I hope you will be healed by her, just a little bit more each day.♡

    Hugs from Switzerland x

  4. It’s too cruel that Bea is poorly today, of all days.

    This is a really hard night, and there’s no way of getting around that. Beautiful Bea will be fine, and although tomorrow you will not stop worrying by any means, the horrible milestone will be broken past.

  5. When the sun rose, showering you in its gold rays. I hope Bea took one look at her amazing mummy and flashed her that beautiful smile. A smile she reserves just for her mummy. A smile that lets you know, I am ok Mummy, I have an angel watching over me. The most beautiful angel up in the sky. Then I hope you have a day of cuddles and laughter. xxx
    I hope today is kind to you x

  6. Heartbreaking, I can’t even begin to imagine the horror and pain you have faced. 🙁 If anything the only thing I can give you is a virtual hug from one mum to another.

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