44 years ago today I went into Queen Mary’s, Roehampton to have our first baby.We were thrilled at the arrival of our little boy but devastated when he was diagnosed with congenital heart problems and died a little over 3 weeks later.
I treasure the happy memories of the early days despite our grief, and it brought home to me the fragility of the miracle of life.
If life had been otherwise we probably would not have had our three lovely daughters, their wonderful husbands and four amazing grandchildren I would lie down in front of a bus for.
But today I will shed a tear not just for us, but for all parents who went home without a baby, or whose hopes and expectations have been dashed, I will allow myself to reminisce but most of all be grateful for how life has turned out.
