14 November 2009 - 24 February 2010 Our baby with Celtic red hair and Mongolian blue spots
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Extract from Mummy's book - Chapter 9 - Mummy is reliving this moment...
...The consultant quickly took out the ventilator and left the three of us alone in the room. Billy started to cry, gasping for breath and then he stopped breathing. Within thirty seconds Billy had gone. He had left us. He had left us forever. Richard and I held Billy’s body, holding onto each other, our loud sobbing cry filled the room. For a while, I don’t know how long we cried and sobbed covered with our tears of grief. Life wasn’t fair. Billy was our baby. He was supposed to outlive us. We should have cut his hair for him to go to school, not for a keepsake. We were supposed to play with him, read stories, hold his hand and walk along the streets, throw him in the air and give hundreds and millions of kisses. I carried him for nine months dreaming of many things, but not to say goodbye and hold him like this, dead in my arms. We couldn’t even see his first smiles. We looked at Billy. Billy looked calm and pain free...
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