One of the challenges about being a dead baby mum is that you can't put your baby's photo up at work.Or, more accurately you can, but it's going to cause problems. And while I'm always up for a fight, the fact is, that would be my son that someone is finding repellent, and I'm sorry, but I don't have that much of a fight in me. I don't want my beautiful and sweet son to be a fight.
But, as I look at desks with pictures of children on them, I am, again, still, always, left out.
Thanks to these guys, I can have Gabriel with me at work. There are no words to say how much this means. To both Mr. Spit and I.
