The baby I lost HAUNTED ME
Settling onto the sofa with a cup of tea, I smiled, thinking I’d have a few minutes to myself while my nine-week old daughter, Ava, was asleep in her bassinet beside me.
Yet as I flicked on the TV, the shrill sound of a baby crying made me sit bolt upright. ‘It’s OK, sweetheart,’ I cooed, leaning over to comfort Ava, only she was sound asleep.
I could still hear wailing, though, and it sounded right next to me. ‘Who is that?’ I asked the disembodied cries, but no sooner had I said it, I knew the answer. ‘It’s the baby I lost,’ I thought, flooded with painful memories of the
