Almost 10 months on from Ivy’s death – new additions & 10ks..

Not updated this blog in a while so guess it’s overdue!

Its almost 10 months since Ivy died – can’t believe how fast the time has gone! Since then we’ve added a new cat to our family – DeeDee, an adorable 4 month old kitten who has an incredible amount of attitude with an obsession for pipe cleaners! Poor Dex is constantly jumped on but we catch them rolling around together often so he clearly loves having a play friend (most of the time!).

My son has been allocated his school place for September so that’ll be an exciting transition for us later this year – eeekk

Our family unit seems more on point thanever :) which brings me on to my next update.. I’m pregnant!

We are expecting a baby BOY in October and cannot wait to see his little face.. We had a scan a few days ago and we’ve got a fab picture of him sucking both of his thumbs with his ankles crossed at the bottom.. It’s adorable..

So here’s hoping that all goes well this time!

But not to forget Ivy – my mum & sister are running a 10k race tomorrow in her memory with proceeds going towards the charity ‘Friends of Serenity’. If you can/want to sponsor them please follow the attached link which gives you a little more info.

Thanks Mum & Sis :)


On Christmas Day Ivy would have turned 5 months old.

25 has turned out to be a sad number for me. All things 25 should have been joyous when I think about it.

•The 25th of July should have been one of the best days of my life – it was the worst, second only to the day Ivy died.

•The 25th of December should have been a joyous family Christmas – it will be tinged with sadness.

•On the 29th of December I turn 25. The foundation for the rest of my life would have been complete. I love to plan but even the best laid plans can fail.

I need something to immerse myself in & the hunt for a job continues. Another application finished today with a non-profit org with a cause I really want to get behind so hopeful that something comes from that. It’s quite disheartening when you spend hours on an application only to receive a rejection email :(
I just want to ask them to give me a break because if anybody deserves one it’s me, surely!

This time last year…

The 16th of November was the beginning.

I took a pregnancy test in the evening as my period was 2 days late. By this point we were 10 months into trying so I hadn’t much hope, but there it was! A positive test.
A much different experience from my first pregnancy test in 2010, but oddly enough still nerve racking!

This time last year I was pregnant & began counting down the days to baby! Funny looking back at your life 1 year on.. How things change.

Blast from the past

K – if you read this, it was lovely to catch up with you again & I hope you don’t mind me blogging about this.

I almost never receive twitter notifications, and if I do it’s usually because my mum favourited a tweet of mine haha!
But yesterday a Uni friend got in touch via twitter with news of the recent birth of her little girl, asking if I’d had my baby yet, and expressing a wish to meet up. There was no reason for her to suspect anything had gone wrong with my little one because the last time we spoke my pregnancy was progressing smoothly.
At her 20week scan she’d found out she was expecting a girl, having had a son previously – something we had in common :)
Many excited texts were exchanged about plans to meet up in the future with our precious pink bundles and have play dates for our sons – this is where we left the conversation, both going about our lives for the next few months.

There are times when things catch you off guard and I just wasn’t prepared for that email notification. It was a reminder of what should have been but wasn’t. Her reaching out to me was an inevitability given the nature of our last conversation, but painful none the less. But this blog proves useful :) a few minutes after receiving her message, she contacted me again. This time to pass on her condolences having read about Ivy’s birth and death on my blog.

It’s a shame I won’t be able to share those fun play dates, or to have a friend whose family life was to closely mirror my own. Acknowledging these ‘should haves’ is hard, but is part of life after losing a baby.

12 weeks

Today marks 12 weeks since Ivy was born.
It still feels like yesterday when I was taking Theo to the park after having a smear, hoping to get things moving along!

I can’t believe how quickly time seems to have passed. I think it helps now that little man is at nursery – we’ve fallen into a nice routine :)

I wonder what she would have looked like at 12 weeks old? Wish I’d have known.

8 weeks on*

IMG_6135.JPG My gorgeous baby girl!! This will likely be the first and last picture of Ivy that I share with you – the others feel too personal.
This is one of my favourites as she isn’t covered in tubes and wires, and she’s wrapped in her brother’s blanket. It’s a special moment that I shared alone with her shortly after she took her final breaths.

Yesterday it was 8 weeks since Ivy was born. Thankfully the mini-anniversary of her birth was actually a lovely day thanks to my cousin’s wedding :)
Originally I had turned down their invitation as I expected to have a small baby who I wasn’t prepared to leave that early on. However, that obviously never came to be.
Besides having a lovely day watching my cousin walk down the aisle in her gorgeous dress with her 1 year old daughter carried down before her (absolutely adorable btw), I also got to say thank you to my cousins, Aunty and Uncle who bought me & my husband some incredibly thoughtful gifts – a copy of Ivy’s hand and footprint engraved onto sterling silver discs, along with her name and birth date.

I’ve put mine with her keyring on my car keys but it’ll soon be taken off as I’m beginning to worry about how I’d be if I lost my keys! The husband has her footprint, although I’ve popped it in our jewellery box for now as he seems undecided on what to do with it.

I was also fortunate enough to receive a necklace from another cousin and his wife which has Ivy’s name and birthstone – something I hadn’t even thought of! Ruby, just incase you were wondering.

It’s small gestures like this which can really make a difference, and remind you that others are there to help pick you up when life deals you some pretty hefty blows.

*okay, so it’s actually now 10 weeks but I forgot to post this after drafting it!


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