There's a woman who I've known on 'speaking to each other at playgroup and getting on well' terms for the last seven years. Her DS1 is the same age as mine. She went on to have a DS2 and a DD. Last summer I met her, having not seen her for a while, and she was pregnant with twins. I was pregnant with my twins too, but five months behind her. We were laughing about the fact that she'd gone for baby number 4, to balance the family and ended up with 5 - and I'd gone for number 3 (odd number) and ended up with a nice even 4.
A couple of months after Bo died, I saw her from a distance around town with her twins. I avoided her as I couldn't face the inevitable conversation.
I saw her again on Sunday. She was out with her twins and was walking straight towards me. She saw Elijah in his pushchair and asked me where his twin was, did I have two boys? Or girls? Etc.
I told her what had happened and she started to cry. I wasn't too surprised, as she is a mum of twins and knows how special they are to each other. She then said that she'd lost her five year old DS2 in May. He'd gone to bed and not woken up in the morning. He'd died during the night from Myocarditis (infection of the heart) no signs or symptoms, apart from a nasty cold which she'd assumed was a normal winter to spring thing.
We had both been a bit 'oo-er!' about being pregnant with twins. The prospect is a bit scary, wonderful, but scary. And here we were, eight months later, both bereaved.
In some sad way I feel that our family has had the 'better' result. We lost a perfect little boy, not through natural causes, but due to under-staffing and the inevitable resulting fk up by the hospital. The needlessness of his death, and the anger we feel, will stay with us forever. But she lost a child who she knew, who she'd spent five years with. My eldest brother died aged 32. He was an RAF pilot and died during his last tour of duty in a plane crash in Cyprus. He would have then gone on to 'fly a bus' with BA. Another 'cutback' and another death. On board navigational controls were not working properly, he was flying at 1200 miles an hour and the piece of equipment which determines where the horizon is ie. sky or sea was not working, he and his navigator ended up dead in a plane 3 miles below the ocean bed. The ground crews to check planes were reduced by half and workload increased. I'm wandering a bit here but it is relevant. My parents lost a 'baby' they had known for 32 years. All those memories.
So, in a sad way, I suppose I should count myself 'lucky.'
Please or to access all these features
Please
or
to access all these features
Find bereavement help and support from other Mumsnetters.
Bereavement
What is the 'best' age to lose a child?
32 replies
bubble99 · 10/10/2005 21:37
OP posts:
trefusis ·
10/10/2005 21:56
This reply has been deleted
Message withdrawn
LadyBerryofStrawStreet ·
10/10/2005 22:31
This reply has been deleted
Message withdrawn at poster's request.
Please create an account
To comment on this thread you need to create a Mumsnet account.