…is the day when we should have first seen your little face and you ours. Our life should have changed today and not a day goes by when I don’t visualise how it would have been to have held you for the first time, to have called people to give them the news and to have brought you into our home which you so would have loved.
Instead life has changed, I have even less faith in my body and feel angry that it has let us all of us down.
It should have been your day one, not yet another (cycle)day one for me in an almost secret new world full of acronyms, counting, temping, 2 week cycles and general planning. Where has the romance in it all gone?!
People say it will happen well it did happen and it went so wrong…