Blended
I watched my life come full circle, when our due date was almost exactly a year from the date of the loss of our daughter Frances. Seeing the storm end with new life is a beautiful reminder of just how precious children are. I gained an amazing appreciation of the delicacy of both pregnancy and life itself. One year after experiencing our loss there I was holding the most precious gift of all, our fearfully and wonderfully made rainbow baby. We named her Fearne Frances June Dodd. Of course, habitually, we called her Frances for the first month - which stung a bit. And as predicted the arrival of Fearne triggered thoughts of Frances. It was only fair that we honoured the name we loved, that we had spoken of so fondly and then so painfully for the previous years. Thrown in amongst all those raging hormones for good measure. Damn those hormones…. I’d be lying if they weren’t there in the background, Submissively waiting. Th...