I’m so glad this poem is still here, seven years on. I have shared this poem so many times since I wrote it, to help other women cope with a similar loss… So much has happened in the interim, but every word of this remains true.
I did have a healthy baby (my son is now six) after my ectopic pregnancy, and I couldn’t be more grateful for him, he is wonderful.
I was expecting another baby - his little sister - who was due this coming February. Just before Christmas, I was diagnosed with polyhydramnios (too much amniotic fluid) at 30 weeks pregnant. Things escalated very quickly, and we were told she was poorly in the womb. The only way to give her any chance was to have a C-Section, and within 24 hours, I had gone from having a “normal” (though difficult) pregnancy, to having her in my arms. Unfortunately, she was just too poorly, and she only lived for around 15 minutes on 22nd December, 2017.
My daughter’s name was Holly Rose, and we held her funeral last Friday (19th January). She had a beautiful service, and a lovely eco-casket (which looked just like a Moses basket). Inside the casket, I wrote this poem by hand, and sent it with her. It was my way of honouring and acknowledging both my lost babies, and I love the fact that my ectopic pregnancy was also included, seven years on.
I always believed my ectopic pregnancy was a girl (and I was correct with both my son and my daughter, so although I can never know for sure, I’ll always believe I was right). Since losing Holly, I have referred to my ectopic baby as “Ivy”… she not only named herself, seven years after the event, but she also went with her sister through the words of this poem in her casket, and was included in the funeral.
It’s bitter sweet. I have had three pregnancies, but only have one child. I’ve never had a miscarriage, both of my losses have resulted in surgery, and no baby to show for it. I never forgot my ectopic pregnancy, but I am glad that she was able to be included (in my own way), in her sister’s funeral. I am glad she found herself a name. Both of my daughters will always be loved, and this poem now applies to both of them.
I have started blogging about the loss of my daughter. I wrote about her funeral, and have also talked about the loss of my previous ectopic pregnancy, and how I acknowledged that loss along with Holly Rose. I would love to post a link to my blog, but I am not sure if that’s permitted on this site. If it would be allowed, please let me know, and I will share. (If not, and anyone would like to read it, please email me and I will send the link).