Dear readers, this particular chapter deals with the sensitive issue of baby loss.
It’s a topic I have personal painful experience with (if you feel up to it, here is my post from last year about it, keep tissues handy) and when I realised this was where Selina and Donovan’s story was headed, I didn’t shy away from it.
Pregnancy and baby loss happen, and they happen a lot more often than people think. Once you start talking about it, people will tell you that it’s either happened to them or to someone close to them.
Last week our children asked about rainbow babies and I did a post about it on Facebook. Two friends left comments saying they’d lost a child many years ago. It’s ten years for me next month.
Losing a child is not something you ever forget. You just learn to live with the grief.
Just like Selina and Donovan are going to learn to do (and yes, you can count on the happy ending!)
I wash my hands and my face and rinse my mouth for the third time and take a deep breath before I open the door. My friend looks very worried about me and I can’t blame her. I’m worried about me.
“You ok?” she asks again and I shrug. I don’t know if I am but I know that eventually, I will be.
She puts her arm around my waist and we walk back into the restaurant. There is no sign of the bitchy blondes, some good looking bald guy is standing next to London by our table and I feel like everyone in the restaurant is looking at me. I turn to Lace.
“Oh,” she says as we reached our table. “He is making sure Naomi is really gone.”
“Thank god. What happened out here? I heard a lot of screaming.”
“Don’t worry about that,” London tells me with a smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I could sleep for a week and still be tired. I’m sorry for ruining lunch. I think I’m just going to go see Mum now.”