My friend Tracey has started her blog over here. She has written about amazing moments in her life and has invited people to tell her about their own amazing moments. I hope you’ll pop over there and have a read. She’s just new to blogging and needs a bit of love sent her way.

Amazing moments in my life:

* The weekend when David’s and my relationship changed from ‘just friends’ to something more.

* That first kiss.

* When David gave me Mosby, our first dog. A white ball of fluff, that fit in the palm of my hand.

*Finding two heartbeats on ultrasound after three years of infertility and two miscarriages.

* That first touch of my own babies’ soft skin, that earthy smell and the realisation that I was their Mummy.

* Graduating as a registered nurse.

* Lily’s birth. All that hair!

* The first time Imogen and Madeline met Lily.

* Building and moving into our first home.

* The first birth I attended. Placing my hands on new life.

* Letting go of my babies on their first day of big school.

* Graduating as a midwife.

* Every birth I have had the honour of being involved in since.

* Realising I did have the ability to love someone elses children.

* Standing on the scales and realising I had lost 58kgs.

* Those two blue lines on the home pregnancy test after two more losses and four years of subfertility.

* Renewing our wedding vows after 10 years of marriage.

* Finding out the baby was a boy.

* Labouring and birthing my son.

* Realising my baby was not going to survive and letting him go.

* Living through those first twelve months afterwards.

* Having a new understanding of my mother.

* Discovering I was pregnant again.

*Finding out that there were two babies, one boy and one girl. Hearing those heartbeats.

* Watching them win the battle of prematurity.

* Learning to enjoy life again.

I’m sure there will be many more.

Why don’t you write down all your amazing memories and then leave a comment for Tracey, linking her back to your post.

For weeks Noah has noticed the photo I have of William on my tallboy. Usually he will point to it and call the baby in the picture "No - No" (the name he calls himself). I would correct him and tell him that it was his big brother William.

Yesterday he came in for his morning snuggle. He pointed to the photo again but this time he uttered… ‘that’s my Yillium’ (William). The tears started to come but before one could fall Noah spoke again… ‘brudder’ he said. I reached up and gave him the photo, which he kissed and I howled.

He will never know his big brother. They looked so much alike at birth. I think they would have been good friends.

October the 15th is Rememberence Day for all the babes who have lost their lives through miscarriage, stillbirth and neonatal death.

Every year we are invited to go to the hospital, where William took his last breath, for a memorial service. It seems,like last year, that I cannot bring myself to go but I will never forget those five precious days that we were able to share with him. Five days of memories that have to last a lifetime.

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