Am in a different situation to how I was the last time I posted on this thread and my thoughts remain the same. The week before I found out about this double miscarriage I was out shopping with my mother. She picked up these tiny, beautiful Winne the Pooh socks and said "Shall I buy them?" I said "Yes."
I changed my mind, told her to put them back and watched as she put those gorgeous little socks back on the rack. I walked away and didn't look back.
How glad am I that I didn't let her buy those socks, as small a token as they were, since I found out about the missed miscarriage only a few days later. It would've killed me, if I'd bought stuff, having to fold it up and put away knowing that the child they were meant for had died.