Tonight I had a horrible phone call from my mother. She had just spoken to my godmother Janette. She and Ron have two daughters, both older than me. The eldest, Isabel, lives in Florida with her husband Mannie. 5 months ago they had a beautiful baby daughter. Yesterday morning Isabel went into her daughters room to find she had died in the night. Cot death. There's nothing I can say or do which will make any of this right. There's nothing any of us can do. We still don't know why cot deaths occur. Maybe we'll never know. Personally, I think every case, every child, is different, and you just have to do your best for your children, and hope that what you do is right. Sometimes..... for no known reason..... children pass away. I am not a religious person. I haven't prayed for years - for my own reasons and now is not the time to go into them - but faced with this news I almost wish I did have some faith. Then at lest I could say that their daughter was gone
Me, The Hubby and our Four Monsters! Sleepless nights, dirty nappies, tantrums, and tears. But also adventures, fun, laughter, and a whole lot of love! Not every day is easy, but every moment is precious. Welcome to My Life as Mumma Walker!