One of Pineapple's teachers at the afterschool club took her father aside last week, wanting to know a bit more about her broad collection of imaginary friends.
'There is one, she has mentioned, a brother who has angel wings who flies about - is he real?'.
'Yes, he's real'.
'She said something about a baby dying in her mum's tummy, and she was crying'
The image of the angel is new, and is Pineapple's own.
We have been talking quietly these past few weeks, and she must have picked it up.
Pregnant again, we have decided to leave it for as long as possible before telling her. We have been attempting to protect her from too much further anxiety. As if we can stop her from seeing ours! With an enquiring little mind around of course, not saying anything can have other results.
It should be good news, thrilling news, but when you have had a stillborn child, the joy and excitement of pregnancy is stolen from you. It must be the same when you lose a sibling.
Pineapple has been at the afterschool club, because we have needed the extra time. It' s been so great to have it, and they are very flexible. Even better, she loves it and begs to go. A routine scan at 15 weeks has picked up that I risk going into early labour again. We have had hospital apointments, and now I am being admitted for a stitch, literally, to try and hold this pregnancy together.
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