| Location | Tonbridge |
| Age | 0 |
| Date of Birth | 11/2007 |
| Date of Death | 11/2007 |
| Visitors | 4,731 since 04/01/2008 |
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Our darling daughter Mira was born on November 18th, 2007 at 10.48 am. It was the proudest, happiest
day of our lives. She was just over a week late, and weighed in at a healthy 8lb.
Mira was perfect, beautiful - a tiny version of her daddy, with loads of gorgeous dark hair. She was
a model baby, so peaceful and content. We had no sign that she was going to be snatched away from us
after just 10 days. She was obviously far too special for this world.
After Mira was born, I developed tonsilitis and was kept in hospital for 4 days under observation
and so they could give me antibiotics. There were a few delays as the maternity ward was so busy,
and I ended up getting worse rather than better. On the day I left hospital, I developed my first
ever cold sore. I asked the midwife who was looking after me if there was any treatment or if it was
dangerous. She told me it was just because I was rundown after the birth and lack of sleep from
being in a ward full of screaming babies (not Mira, of course - she was always so good and never
cried ;-) ). There was no treatment as it was a viral infection and it would just go away on its
own. It did - it disappeared after a day - almost as quickly as it had come, and I didnt think
anything more about it until after Mira died and it was suggested as a possible cause.
Anyway, Mira seemed perfectly healthy when she was born and a very placid, peaceful, content baby.
She hardly ever cried, but we just thought we were lucky and that she was laid back, chilled out
half-Egyptian baby! We settled her in well at home, and were loving every minute of being a new
little family of three. Even up until the day before she died, we were unaware that there was
anything even slightly wrong with her. She wasnt feeding very well, but we were told this was quite
normal in newborns and that she would settle into a pattern before too long and that it was nothing
to worry about.
She became ill very suddenly, and although she had been seen by two doctors and a midwife on the day
she died, nobody realised she was actually a very sick little girl. Her symptoms were so
non-specific - poor feeding, restlessness, a slightly sticky eye - conditions seen in thousands of
newborn babies and more often than not absolutely no cause for concern. What we didn’t know was
that possibly even before birth, an infection was creeping its way through all of her internal
organs and only became apparent when it was about to totally overwhelm her tiny body.
Five weeks later, we had the results from Mira s post mortem - the cause of death was disseminated
Herpes Simplex Virus 1, contracted during or at the time of birth, with staphylococcus aureus
septicemia as the secondary cause of death. What this means in plain English is that she died from
the common cold sore virus that is present in 85% of adults. Only 6 babies a year die from this here
in the UK, it is so so rare it is almost unheard of.
My GP told me that because it was my first ever cold sore, I would not have had any antibodies in my
blood to pass onto Mira before the birth and that was why she wasnt protected and so vulnerable.
They said it was so rare for me to be developing my first ever cold sore at my age, which is why the
midwives would not have thought it was any risk at all to my baby.
We miss her so much, a light has gone off in our lives and everything seems so empty and lonely
without our Little Bear.
Sleep tight, little lady. Stay close to us always, keep safe in Gods arms and play nicely with the
other tiny angel babies until we meet again, inshallah
xxxxxxxxxxx
little angel
your little angel will be looking down on you and thinking her mummy is still the best mummy ever x
your so brave
your baby girl is so beautiful, i cant believe that a cold sore can take her away from you. i cant imagine what you are going through my daughter is 7mths old and i have never had a cold sore so i thank you for making me aware of what a cold sore can do. you are in my prayers xxx
Such a Perfect Little Angel
I have no good words, Charlotte. Only that your daughter always was and always will be a perfect angel. And I know she loves you every day, just as you love her.
What Do I Do With the Silences?
Written by Brenda Penepent
What do I do with the silences,
Pressing ever against my heart?
The loss of you is unmerciful.
Where do I start?
I sit staring off into nothingness,
But inside my thoughts run wild.
How do I deal with the silences,
When the silence means losing my child?
I beg for sleep, but the dreams come.
I wake with a terrible cry.
I am tormented by your memories
As they slowly go marching by.
I'm so tired, and my heart ached with loneliness
In this house with its silence profound.
What do I do with the silences?
My sobs are the only sound.
Angel Babies
Over the rainbow, way up high,
past fluffy white clouds the angel babies fly.
With the sun's golden rays shining bright overhead,
tumble and bumble they bounce out of bed.
Good morning, sun! The day has begun!
With delicate wings and sweet little faces,
they dance and they play and they race flying races.
Then, swooping and looping down through a cloud,
or sliding and riding and singing out loud,
wiggle and giggle some fast and some slow,
the angel babies fly to the earth down below.
Not everyone knows this, but truly it's true --
little angel babies have big jobs to do!
In gardens and meadows, they coax forth the flowers
with sunlight and love and gentle rain showers.
In fields and forests they spread soft white wings,
sharing kindness and joy with all living things.
Small animal babies in quiet green places
rejoice in warm smiles from sweet angel faces.
In backyards and baskets, on fireside rugs,
small creatures are cuddles in soft angel hugs.
Soon evening is bright with red-orange light,
and day slowly fades to make way for the night.
As good little children curl up in their beds,
the angels bring sweet dreams to young sleepyheads.
Then the sound of a horn only angels can hear
calls out to them all -- here and there, far and near.
It beckons them back from wherever they roam:
Work is done for the day! Now it's time to go home.
Blinking and winking, bright stars in the sky
twinkle and shine as the angels fly by -- so softly singing a sweet lullaby.
Yawning and stretching, they climb in their beds.
Cloud blankets warm bodies, cloud pillows rest heads.
Snuggled in tight with the moon shining bright
sleep tight, sweet dreams, good night. Good night, angel baby.
Reading what you went through was truly heartbreaking and yet you still found the time to visit Lester's page and we thank you for that.
We will always give your little girl a thought when we think of Lester.
The next time we visit Lester we will say hello to your little angel.
Lisa and Abby Goodwin xxx
For your mummy mira. xxx
We are connected, My child and I,
by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord that connects
us 'til birth
This cord can't be seen by any on Earth.
This cord does its work right from the start.
It binds us together, attatched to my heart.
I know that it's there, though no one can see,
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed, it can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord man could create,
It withstands the test, can hold any weight.
And though you are gone,
Though you are not here with me,
The cord is still there, but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline, as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way,
A mother and child--Death can't take it away!
an angels view
An Angels view
My mummy lives down there on earth
I`m in 'The great somewhere'
Some people call it heaven
There are lots of angels there
Ive got lots of of baby angel friends
Weve all got fluffy wings
We fly around, and laugh and play
Do lots of funny things
Sometimes we,ll send a feather
It floats down to the ground
If an angels mummy picks it up
She knows then, We`re around
Other times we`ll form a circle
Give a mummys heart a tug
Then we wrap our wings around her
Thats called' an angel hug'
We see Daddys too from way up here
And help them when we can
An angels daddy needs hugs too
Even though he is a man
You cant see us,nor touch or feel
But we are so close by
In the sun, the rain ,the air you breathe
In every smile, or tear you cry
Heavens not too far away
And we,ll never be apart
All of us still live with you
We`re right there, in your heart!!!
__________________
Beautiful poem x
Fluffy clouds of pink and blue
Where fairytales and dreams come true
Where teddy bears put on a show
In the place where little babies go
Where a choir of angels sing on high
A peaceful, soothing lullaby
And their feathers flutter down like snow
In the place where little babies go
Where the sun is shining everyday
In a heavenly sky that’s never grey
Where love will bloom and always grow
In the place where little babies go
Where bells will ring and hearts they soar
When a mum and dad walk through its door
Then only tears of joy will flow
In the place where little babies go.
For Miras Mum & Dad
I am so sad to hear your story. My princess was taken from me just 2 days before due date & I thought that my story was unbelievable until I read Miras story. I only found out recently that my dauhters name is Egyptian so our petals have something in common. I am so so sorry to have to read of yet another beauty snatched from her loving family. Be strong enough to feel your angel watching over you. All my lobe - Emer xXx
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