This is one of those 'this time 8 years ago' threads. Sorry if I ramble but need to get this out and I know you ladies all know how I am feeling.
'This time 8 years ago' I was blissfully unaware of what this week would bring me. I was a naive but very contented 21 year old mummy to three beautiful little boys. Conor was 4 years old and he had started primary school in Mrs Flood's class, Joel was 2 years old and he was going to playgroup and then there was my precious little man Brett. He came into our world and just fitted into our family life like the missing jigsaw piece. Nothing he did disrupted our day. His first feed of the day was before the boys woke up in the morning then he slept while I got them ready and took them to school. He never even woke when all the other mum's 'oohed and aahed' at him! He would wake again around 12 for another feed and sleep thru til 4 which gave me plenty of time to collect the boys from school and playgroup.
Everything about him screamed contentment! Not one part of me ever thought I'd lose him. I'd stopped worrying about the risks of cot death after having 2 older children you just don't think it's going to happen to your third! With Conor I was constantly watching him like a hawk when he slept but with Brett I 'let a sleeping baby lie'
This next week will be spent reliving my final week as a happy mummy to three little boys, then I will get to the dreaded day where my world was split apart by something I still can't explain myself! I know that SUDI is the cause of death but it still isn't a cause because the dr's do not have all the answers as to why babies 'simply just die'
The day he left us to play in Heaven with all of the other precious babies was the same day my life was never and would never be the same again. Something deep inside your heart and soul changes forever when your child dies. Our children are our future and it's just not right to leave them in our past.
