Baby

This is written for the letter B on my a to z of babyloss.

Don't call my baby a fetus
An embryo or anything else
My baby was a baby
No matter how old he was
As soon as I knew I was pregnant
I had his life in sight
His birth and early weeks at home
The feeds and sleepless nights
I was a mum from that first day
In love with my baby boy
When he died I fell apart
No longer was there hope and joy
So don't tell me my baby boy
Was anything less than a baby to me
He deserves to be grieved and missed by us
Perhaps these tears will help you see