It’s all right, we all have our own kind of “crazy” in our heads!

Author:  Jen McCall As I looked at the faces of the other people in room, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. For the past few years these faces and many others had been so integral in my life, knowing I would soon be leaving them filled me with bittersweet sadness, my time here was coming to an end and even though I know I must move on, I can’t help but wish I could stay. Eight years ago my mother died. Four months after she died, my first child was born. Two years later my second child came along. When I fell pregnant for a third time my husband told me this was the last one. I secretly thought to myself, “That’s what you think, Buddy!” At 19 weeks and 6 days I woke up in labour and found out a few hours later my son had died. I will never understand how the world turned from sunshine to darkness in the space of one day, one hour, one minute, one second. A year later, at seventeen weeks, I lost a daughter. I plunged deeper into the dark. I could barely breathe for the grief I felt; it was crushing me and those around me. It seemed insurmountable. It seemed infinite. It seemed like there was never going to be a time when I could see the light again. A few weeks after a big night on the champers, I discovered I was pregnant again. I was terrified. How could I possibly face going through this again? How was I going to cope when yet another baby died? How would...