There's a cloudy storm front approaching ...
I waited so long for you and then in such a short time you were gone.
Such a tiny life, such a huge impact.
Two and a half years of trying to get you. 25 weeks getting to know you. Fleeting. Gone so quickly. Feeling like there was something not quite right. Convincing myself it was all fine. No heartbeat. No movement. Life from “Lentil” no longer existing.
Induction and labour – so incredibly painful for no reward. No time to get to know you. No chance for you to live, breathe, experience life and us as your parents. Small and perfect. Little fingers like mine. Other fingers like your Aunty Di – long and spidery. Toes and ears like your Daddy. Nose is definitely not Mummy’s!! Small and cute – button like even. Maybe your Daddy’s? Maybe another part of the family tree? Lips like the Sprat – which really means lips like mine. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Our golden haired child.
Saying goodbye to you after your birth was hard but I knew we would be back. Naming you Caitlyn gave you a personality and made you real. Made it so much harder to say goodbye only twenty fours hours after your arrival. Born one day and gone the next. One day in our life but forever in our hearts.
12 months today since you were born. Gone but never forgotten. You arrived with a storm and today you send a storm. I love the clouds. I love the wind and the rain. It means you are close. Mummy and Daddy are thinking of you, our little angel.