Dearest Jamie, I know this year my letter to you is really late. Your impending birthday hit me hard this year again. It was bad last year, but not quite as bad as it was this year. It always starts in October. The anxiety, the constant crying. 7 years later I finally figured out why.
Yesterday was a tough day at work for me. It was the first year since Jamie passed away that I was not able to take leave to be at home. What this meant was that I was quiet and withdrawn all day and burst into tears periodically. My colleagues are really not used to me
It is that time of the year again. Where celebrations of Diwali and Guy Fawkes happen around the country, but where our family takes some time out to celebrate Jamie’s birthday. Today used to be an extremely sad day for me. It would loom for weeks and I would spend the good part of
Four years today. I cannot believe it has been four years already. Today it feels like it happened a lifetime ago. So much has happened between then and now. Sometimes having a healthy, living child makes it more difficult. Despite being extremely grateful for the beautiful child I have, it is a reminder
So I baked a cake for Jamie’s birthday yesterday. It didn’t go very well. I did not miss my calling as a baker! I’m going to have to practice a lot more before I can send cake anywhere with Babyice! Step by step how it went: After this things started going pear