In Memoriam...

Ever since I lost Snowdrop I had this thought that I would like a tattoo.  Something meaningful to represent my lost.  In the days following losing Pickle, that thought intensified until I couldn't wait any longer.  I needed something with me all the time.  A representative of my loss or as my husband remarked rather prosaically, something permanent to stay with me in place of what should have been permanent but wasn't.  I needed something to remember my babies with.  As the bleeding slowed I became desperate to have it done as soon as possible, the last traces of my baby we're leaving me.  So yesterday I did it.  I had my first tattoo and I am so, so pleased with it.  It's everything I wanted it to be.  All 3 of my lost babies are represented:

Fly high my precious angels.  Always with me x