Antenatal yoga last night

At last week's class we talked about feeling the baby's movements. One of the girls, Emily, realised that she couldn't remember feeling her baby move that day. After class she called her mother and they went to the hospital. She was told that her baby had died. She was 27 weeks into the pregnancy and therefore had to be induced and gave birth to her little boy the following day. They've named him and will hold a service for the baby next week. They've yet to determine why this has happened.

You can imagine the shock and tears at class last night. All of us feeling awful for Emily and, at the same time, desperately hoping we never have to face the same fate. I can't imagine how Emily must be feeling. I know I lost babies last year but in a way they were both more like dreams than reality. I never knew if they were boys or girls, never felt them kick and never saw their faces. It must be completely different to give birth to a fully formed baby, to go through the pain and anguish of labour but knowing that you'll never hear that child cry, never see them smile. I hope she took the opportunity for lots of kisses and cuddles and a chance to say goodbye.