Every day and every night,
When you feel the need
To hold me tight,
Just blow a kiss into the sky
For I will be that close by,
In the heavens throughout the day,
I watch over you and hear you pray,
I see you smile I shed a tear,
For you know that I’m still near,
I’m the angel of your eye,
Your angel in the sky.
When mummy is a bit older, she is going to have your T put under daddy’s name. Mummy and Daddy miss you so much, Taylor. We can’t believe you’ve gone. It still hasn’t sunk in yet that you are with the angels, sleeping tight and when you’re a bit older, you’re going to be a pain in the halo just like daddy. You’re mummy and daddy’s little guardian angel and we are glad we have you to look over us. We love you forever and that love will never part. Night Night , Sleep Tight, Sweet Dreams, God Bless and we’ll see in a few years when you come back in your little brother or sister’s spirit.
Love you, Taylor-Almeida Fernandes.
Lots of love, hugs, and kisses from mummy and daddy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ xxxx
Sitting here, doing nothing………Again. Wondering what I would be doing right now if I had my Elizabeth with me.
See, I never knew if I was having a boy or a girl. But I would dream every night that it was a girl. So I named her Elizabeth. I wish I knew what she’d look like, what she’d be like, if she would be like me or her dad. But wishes don’t come true sadly :(. If they did, she would have come back to me a long time ago. I can’t relate to many girls because they still have the dad of their baby, I don’t. He left a month later. But there is something that I can tell most girls. And that is the pain doesn’t always go away. It stays, and you’ll never forget your baby. I believe that when I have kids, then God will give her back to me because this time, I can take care of her. I can tell girls that their love for their babies does not die, it just grows more.
And that love for my baby is what keeps me going. because I know that one day, I will see her again.
Okay, so I started taking anti-depressants a couple of weeks before I found out I was pregnant. I stopped taking them but I wasn’t sure if I should keep taking them while I’m pregnant? Does anybody know the answer to this? Is it safe or not?
My meds were working. So I’m now worried that since I stopped taking them, my depression is gonna come back full-force.
But I also don’t wanna harm my baby.
What do I do??
Pleasee help!
I’ve been with my boyfriend now for one and a half months…
We had sex last week, and have every day since… But he doesn’t use a condom because it is uncomfortable :/ I’m scared now in case I’m pregnant… I don’t want to make him feel trapped if I am.
I am an emotional wreck!
Hi, I’m 18 years old, Me and my ex split up around 5 months ago, and ever since then, I just don’t know what to do with myself.
I could be myself ’round him, and he got on with my family, and I got on with his… We didn’t work out because his parents were too controlling. He was an only child, so it’s understandable… But I just feel like if we moved in together, things would be so much better… Because even though I try to deny it, I do love him. I know some of you may read this and think I’m stupid, but it’s how I feel. I would love to move in with him and have a family of our own. I work part-time and I wish I could afford a flat, but I can’t afford it :/ The past few nights, I’ve been aching for a child :/ I really don’t know why. I know my ex and I would make great parents, and he says it all the time, but I could never see us being happy unless we were living together… When we were together, I used to miss him every second we were away from each other, and he said he felt the same, but I don’t know, his actions didn’t match his words… I’m so sad about us breaking up, and I’ve been in and out of relationships since we split up, but they never work because me and my ex always seem to run into each other’s paths. In a way, it seems like it’s meant to be, but I don’t know what to do. Last year was such a horrible year, and it’s really starting to affect me… My mom and dad split up last January, In July, we lost our dog, then we split up, then I lost my Grandad, and I lost my best friend. Just before Christmas my brother beat me up…It’s starting to affect me really bad. I just sit up all night thinking and I often cry myself to sleep…
I’m hurt… Confused and in need of help.
I would have been the mother of a few-day-old newborn by now.
I lost my baby in May at 9 weeks…. 2 days after I found out that I was pregnant. It was ectopic. It would have been my 3rd baby. I still have the sonogram pictures; this ball of tissue, no heartbeat, sitting in my left tube, with my gynecologist and the sonographer talking about my baby, my BABY, as inhomogeneous tissue, whatever they were saying I suppose. My tube had started tearing so I was rushed into surgery. And when I woke up after the operation, I was told that the piece of my tube that the baby was in, was cut out, so now I cannot conceive a child from my left tube. This might sound bonkers, but I was happy that a piece of me had left with my baby. Sort of a way to say that we will always be together. It was God’s will… and destiny.
When I found out I was pregnant, I started crying. My husband’s company has gone into liquidation and thus rendered him jobless at the time. We live in a small place and I wondered where I would put another baby. But then the words of God made me make peace with it. As a Muslim, we believe that every child is an amaanat (trust) and comes with its own risq (sustenance) and I began to think that maybe this baby is God’s way of making life better for us, for we were in a rough patch at the time. Then I lost the baby. and once again my Faith in the One true Creator saved me. I did not go into a depression. In fact, when I think about the baby, I smile…
A week after the surgery, I had a dream. I dreamt that my gynecologist had put her hand into my tummy and brought out a perfectly formed but extremely tiny baby girl, and the doc said, she is perfect, but she won’t live long. I held her, and she passed away in my arms, smiling…That dream has been all the comfort I need. And it is promised in my religion, that even a 1day old miscarried child is waiting in the hereafter to be reunited with their parents in heaven and that the baby will testify for the parents and save them from punishment.
I will meet her again. I will get to hold her. I will get to kiss her soft skin. I will get to be her mother…. in a better place.
My baby girl, I love you. I think of you often, and I smile knowing that u are playing with the angels in heaven and waiting for me too. Till then my sweet angel…mwah!!!
