I have always loved writing for fun and since Melody passed away I have focussed my new life in using my unclear head space for imagination.
I was confident that my journal was going to have a beautiful happy ending, the journal would come out at birthdays and special occasions, on meeting Melody’s first boyfriend, show him how tiny her little bottom was, to pooing every time daddy changed her nappy. A journal of happy, wonderful memories.
And it was for the beginning days.
“That sudden rush of love you’re supposed to get in the delivery room, suddenly hit and the realisation that I didn’t know just how long we would be able to keep her but I knew how much I loved her and I wanted to do everything I could to protect her.”
The days progressed into weeks, and I really enjoyed writing in my little book, even now looking back there are little things I can’t remember, but the book is there to help me remember, how old she was, how we felt.
Then out of nowhere, she left us.
The journal became my haven; I could write the pain the shock. Admittedly it took me a long time to go back to the day before and the day after, reading through it deems as painful as living it. Of course it is its Melody’s story.
I was going to stop after her funeral, then I came to realise the funeral was really only the beginning. So with encouragement, I carried on, discovering my rainbow pregnancy, the fears that come with a rainbow pregnancy, most certainly far away from a normal pregnancy, right to her birth.
Where I paused the journey.
The grief journey will never, ever end but I felt comfortable at ending it at this point.
I want to be able to share her story and to raise awareness on parts of pregnancy that is so rare, there just is not a lot of information on.
The title come from a birth board I was on when I was pregnant with Melody.
With thanks to blogs like Loss through the looking glass.
Thank you for reading.
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