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It’s been a long time since I’ve written a blog. I have drafted a few, but not posted them. We miss him everyday. That’s not going to change. I wanted to add the two blogs here that were published on … Continue reading →

Elijah arrived into the arms of the neonatal team at 01:24 in the morning six months ago today, all 823g of him. I came home a little after 7 to tell the big boys they had a baby brother and … Continue reading →

It’s been a while since I’ve written, we go on holiday in the morning and I wanted to post something before we went. Time is trickling on, and I forget how I was a few weeks ago. I wanted to … Continue reading →

Father’s Day, Elijah’s 3 month birthday, 2 month anniversary of his death, due date, royal baby born. Since I last posted, these, and other milestones we’ve been dreading, have passed. I did my best to avoid all the hyperbole of … Continue reading →

Things have been hard since James went back to work. We’re really sad, things seem to be sinking in. James’ sister Miia messaged me to ask how we were this week, so this is (a very slightly edited version of) … Continue reading →

Blog posts are a bit like buses – you wait two weeks then two come along at once. Jenny and I both find writing about Elijah and the aftermath of losing him cathartic. We come at things from different perspectives, … Continue reading →

Leading up to the burial and memorial we were busy, we had deadlines and jobs that needed doing. I was surprised at what I was capable of doing, just because it needed doing. Had I known about Elijah a year … Continue reading →

We have reproduced below the programme for Elijah’s memorial ceremony that took place yesterday. Also included are the eulogies we both gave our beautiful little son. More than 100 people came along and many of them came back to our … Continue reading →

We’re still here. It’s been a week. I think, under the circumstances, and perhaps compared to my expectations, we’re doing alright. We are drinking more tea than you would dream possible. If Mrs Doyle from “Father Ted” were here she’d … Continue reading →