When Rhianna was born we took 40 photos of her.
She was born on a Friday, we came home on the Saturday, Sunday we printed her photos off.
Sunday evening we had a photo in our bedroom along with our pictures of Baba.
Since that day that is where it has stayed.
Downstairs is full of pictures of Baba and Boo, but none of Rhianna.
It is a tough one.
I am fully aware people don’t want to come into our house and see a picture of a her.
So I have always kept them hidden away.
But it hurts, and I hate that she is hidden.
Everyone knows we have three not two children.
Everyone knows we have a little girl.
And it is our house, our family.
I am angry at myself, angry that we are in a way conforming to the awful taboo
That baby loss should be hidden away
That baby loss shouldn’t be talked about
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