The night temperatures are below freezing. The weather forecasts are sending out warnings of frost and black ice. I thought a hot water bottle for the night would be a good idea for uninterrupted sleep. I placed it against my lower back as I drifted off in fetal position. It was comforting and sleep-inducing, resting perfectly still against my lumbar spine. I was wrapped up in my duvet and the bottle, in a thick white cotton towel under the duvet.
Sometime during the night, I surfaced to a semi-awake state and felt a small bundle next to me. It was warm and cuddly. Still half submerged in slumber, my mind floated away into the past. My hands brought the bundle up to my chest and held it close. It didn’t move. I hugged it and kissed it. The pain of the love and the longing came back. The absolute joy of cuddling my baby came back. The memory of how he slept with his bum in the air came back. The sense of the way he moved round in his sleep came back. The tears came back. The pillow got soaked but the eyes stayed closed and the attention went to the sobs, the sadness and the breath and then slowly…the sleep came back.
Peace and love from me to you. Having read your blog over the last year since we met I have to say your blog is an inspiration. Your son would be proud of you. Pete
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Thanks Pete, for taking the time to read and comment. It’s the joy of sharing, even if it’s bitter sweet sadness. Take care. Lots of love, S. xxx
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These memories. .so many baby memories flooding back to me too. The middle of the night is my crying time, too.xx
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The way you look after so many bereaved parents and yourself is an inspiration Marie. Lots of love, Sangeeta. xxx
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