| Location | Tonbridge |
| Age | 0 |
| Date of Birth | 11/2007 |
| Date of Death | 11/2007 |
| Visitors | 4,729 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
Walking in my shoes...
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I HATE my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had a different pair.
Some days my shoes hurt me so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy and pity.
I can see in others eyes that they are glad these are my shoes and not theirs.
They NEVER talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make THEM feel uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realise I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned with time how to walk in them so that they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long, that days will go by before they think about how much they really hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet because of these shoes, I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am today.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
~~FOR MY MUMMY~~
I stood by your bed last night
I came to have a peep,
I could see that you were crying
and you found it hard to sleep,
I whispered to you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
its me I havn't left you, i'm well
i'm fine, i'm here,
I was close to you a breakfast
I watched you pour your tea,
you were thinking of the many times
your hands reached out to me,
I was with you at the shops today
you're arms were getting sore,
I longed to take your parcels
I wish I could do more,
I was with you at my grave today
you tend it with such care,
I want to reassure you, that i'm not
lying there,
I walked with you towards the house
as you fumbled for your key,
I gently put my hand on you
I smiled and said 'its me'
you looked so very tired
and sank into a chair,
I tried so hard to let you know
that I was standing there,
its possible for me to be
so near to you every day,
to say to you with certainty
I never went away,
you sat there very quietly then smiled
I think you knew,
in the stillness of the evening
I was very close to you,
now the day is over.....I smile
and watch you yawning,
and say good night, god bless,
i'll see you in the morning,
and when the time is right for you
to cross the brief divide,
i'll rush across to greet you
and we'll stand side by side,
I have so many things to show you
there is so much for you to see,
be patient, live your journey out
then come home to be with me.
´*•.¸(*•.¸♥ ¸.•*´)¸.•*´ ´*•.¸(*•.¸♥ ¸.•*´)¸.•*´´*
Love Always Elaine xXxXxXx
If Only Our Children Were Easter Eggs
If only our children were Easter eggs,
Hidden safely in the grass,
We could search for them and pick them up,
And hold them within our clasp.
We'd have a heavenly Easter egg hunt,
All with baskets in our hands,
Searching with a broken heart.
Only WE can understand.
'Oh, look I found your child over here,'
'Hey, did anyone find mine?'
They are so beautifully colored,
And they sparkle and they shine...
These aren't your usual Easter eggs,
They each have their own special glow,
That comes from way down deep within,
Only a grieving parent would know.
We gather up our special eggs,
With excitement all around,
For the gift that we've been given,
For the treasure we have found.
We all now stare with wonderment,
At our children that have died.
We want to hold them once again,
And release them from inside.
But we all begin to realize,
We have to crack their beautiful shell,
The one that, makes them sparkle and glow,
The one they have earned so well.
We know we can't destroy their beauty,
And take them from their place,
So we give them an understanding kiss,
As a tear runs down our face.
One by one we take our baskets,
With our beautifully colored eggs,
And place them gently in the grass,
As we turn and walk away.
We look back in amazement,
As our eggs begin to sing.
We see them flutter and move about
'Look, our eggs all now have wings.'
Then the Golden egg begins to speak...
'Your children are safe with me.'
'You'll be with them when the time is right'
Together for all eternity.'
We stand there in a circle of love,
As we look up to the sky,
Watching our radiant eggs take flight,
Knowing our children didn't die.
~~Love from Elaine~~
x X x X x X x
Thinking Of You
I am an Angel up above
I look down on my mummy and send her my love
I know she is hurting and often cry's
I see the sadness in her eye's.
I want to tell mummy, from my place in the sky
That I have been given wing's and now I can fly
I sneak down to mummy and watch her at night
Deep in her dreams when she is holding me tight.
I am an Angel pure and free
I have lots of friend's to chat with me.
I am in a magical place where I can come to no harm
I am safe I am happy I am snugly and warm.
I know she can't see me
But please believe me I am near
I stand by her shoulder
I will always be here.
(¯`v´¯)
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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`♥
My Mummy
Ask My Mum How She Is
My Mum, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before.
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mum how she is
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
Because she can't describe the pain.
Ask my Mum how she is,
She'll say 'I'm alright.'
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mum how she is,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mum how she is,
'I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping.'
For God's sake Mum, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.
She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.
I am Here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, 'You're lucky to get in here, Mum,
With all the lies you told.
i no ur pain
sleep tight little angel look down on mummy and daddy send them floating kisses. i was at connors grave today and i saw miras near by. i no connor will b looking after her they will playin together xxx take care
Sending you so much love to you and your beautiful beautiful angel. She is the most amazingly gorgeous little girl.
I know she sends you kisses in the wind for you to catch just like Adam does me and his daddy.
so much love to you
Claire.x.x
May Allah Bless your precious Mira - Zay el Asal (meaning just like honey).. Shes beauiful -God was short an Angel and opened his arms and took yours. As hard as it is - know she is in Paradise and watching over you all until you meet again. In Janna she is safe, pain and trouble free - Loving u all dearly. My condolences to u all.. Allah rahumal > Shes with Allah now in Janna ...
Goodbye Angel
To Charlotte and Mohammed
My thoughts are with you every day and i often look at the pictures of beautiful Mira. This was a cruel blow to you both and i believe that heaven was missing an angel and wanted her back.
Be strong and find comfort from the love that your friends and family are sending you.
A letter from Mira
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say,
but first of all to let you know that I've arrived ok.
I am writing this from heaven,where I dwell with God above,
where there's no more tears or sadness, there is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy because I'm out of sight,
remember that I'm with you, every morning,noon and night.
That day I had to leave you, when life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and said 'I really welcome you'.
'It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone,
as for your dearest family they'll be here much later on.
I need you here so badly, as part of my big plan,
there's so much that we have to do to help our fellow man'.
Then God gave me a list of things he wished for me to do,
and foremost on that list of mine is to watch and care for you.
And I will be beside you, every day, and week and year
and when you're sad I'm standing there to wipe away the tear.
When you're fast asleep, and all the chores have taken flight,
God and I will be closer to you, always through the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those living years,
because you're only human they are bound to bring you tears.
do not be afraid to cry, it does relieve the pain,
remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you, all that God has planned
but I can't really let you know, for you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth's no more
I am closer to you now that I ever was before.
And to my many firends, trust God knows what is best
I'm still not very far away from you, I'm just beyond the crest.
There are many rocky roads ahead for you, and many hills to climb,
but together we can do it, taking one step at a time.
Its was always my philosophy, and I would like it for you too,
that as you give unto the world, so the world gives unto you.
So if you help somebody, who is feeling down and low,
just lend a hand and pick them up as on your way you go.
When you are walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind,
I am walking in your footsteps, just a half a step behind.
And when you feel a gentle breeze or the wind upon your face,
that's me giving you a great big hug, or just a soft embrace.
And when it's time for you to go, from that body to be free,
remember that you're not going away, you're coming home to me.
And I will always love you, from this happy land above,
I'll soon be in touch again with you, P.S. God sends his love.
My dear Charlotte and Mohamed,
The pain will never go away but you will learn to live with it. This letter made so much sense and made me cry and smile at the same time when i got it from Mekaal.
May God give you happiness in your heart and soul again
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