Oliver’s Story is a series of posts sharing the experiences of a friend as she comes to terms with the loss of her baby boy, born in October 2005.
Although it’s only been 2 and half months we have decided to try again for another baby we don’t expect anyone to understand our need to be pregnant again. We are not trying to replace our baby Oliver, nothing could. We were ready to be parents again and we were also ready to give our little girl a playmate with a small age gap. Our feelings have not changed.
So as my ovulation approaches I have already worked out the 26-month age gap, the month this baby could be born would also fall in October the same month Oliver was born at 24 weeks. 3 months seems brief for those that have not lived the 3 months that we just have but to us some days feels like a lifetime, other days it’s like yesterday.
No two weeks are the same. Grief is a terrible thing it can turn nice people into better and unhappy souls but there no escaping or skipping it, it’s a journey that if begun it has no shortcuts. I am not at the beginning of my journey now, nor am I at the end; perhaps I am at the resting place before the next long haul.
