The first time I held Alice, she was dying. At five days old, at some ungodly hour of the night in NICU, she was gently placed into my arms, where she belonged all along. “Oh she feels LOVELY” were the only words I could find, and I repeated them over and over, insisting that the nurses transfer her to her Dad quickly so that he could feel this too, while she was still alive, the warm little bundle we’d worried about so intensely and loved so fiercely for the past seven months.
About me
Elle Wright is a wife, mother, author and blogger. After the death of her son, Teddy, at three days old, Elle started writing to navigate her new life and as a way to feel purpose again. Her Feathering The Empty Nest blog is a way of finding light in darkness, positivity in times of desperation and, hopefully, making a few people laugh along the way.
