|Josh and Sharon at the Naples Christmas Party|
|Sharon and I at the Naples Christmas party|
|Sharon and I at the Allied Spouses Luncheon
I was 37 weeks pregnant
I met Lisa when my husband and I moved to Naples. Lisa was roughly 12 weeks pregnant when we met.
We became very good friends quickly. We spent a lot of our time together, shopping, walking the dogs, or just watching the TV, with a good brew.
I felt welcomed into being a part of Lisa & Steve’s life and enjoyed that she involved me in so much of her pregnancy. We talked about names, we enjoyed nursery and pram shopping together, and we event went big bras and big pants shopping.
It felt like Lisa was pregnant for years, we were all so excited to meet Finley, and had talked so much about what he might look like.
When Lisa finally went into labour there were smiles and happy thoughts all around.
When Steve called me the next morning, I did not expect to hear that Lisa had had such a traumatic delivery.
Once at Lisa’s side, there was nothing I could do but hug Lisa and talk things over with her, I wondered if Lisa was in shock, she seemed to be taking the night’s traumatic events so well.
Now I realise her thoughts were worrying about Finley, who was alone in a different hospital.
The days that Lisa stayed in hospital, awaiting discharge to be with Finley, seemed more like weeks, Im sure it felt even longer for Lisa. We spent the time talking about Finley and eating cheese curds.
When I received a text from Lisa telling me that Finley had died, my eyes went blurry and I had to read it a few times, before I could comprehend those words. I raced straight to be with Lisa and Steve at the hospital.
I remember thinking how? Why? When? But the minute I saw Lisa those questions didn’t matter, I just wanted to hold her tight and do what ever I could to help them both. The rest of the day we spent shaking our heads and crying.
The next few days saw Lisa and Steve keeping busy, thinking practically and doing their best to avoid being pulled down by their emotions, they were so strong.
When Lisa returned to Canada to be with her family and friends, I realised that I had lost a wonderful person as well. My best friend had gone.
We still have not spoke to each other very much since Lisa & Steve returned to the UK. I have been afraid to speak to Lisa in case I am a reminder of the pain she went through here and the pregnancy and hopes of her future.
It was and still is so unfair, Lisa is a wonderful and kind person. This blog has shown some amazing talents that Lisa has by telling her story in such a powerful and emotional way.
Thank you Lisa for continuing to keep us involved, you have written this blog so brilliantly.