http://slow.writerscafe.org/deeplydaisy The original writings of author Deeply Daisy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057386 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Silent Witness On the night before Phil was due to go back to work, I panicked. I fell asleep stressing about the big lonely house. I felt devastated, even in my sleep. I dreamt about feeling devastated, deflated. I woke up feeling terrible. Exhausted from sleeping. But the bedroom with the morn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/811311/ When you lose a baby, the processes put in place become blurred. Midwives are supposed to come. But if there's no baby for them to weigh and coo over, they seem surprisingly loath to make the trip. Except one. She came after numerous phone calls begging if someone could come and see me. Bleeding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/801987/ Beautiful The following morning, after no sleep, a lot of bleeding and s**t loads of paperwork. We were nearly ready to leave the hopsital. A new midwife was on shift. I think she was called Hazel and I hope you trust me by now to not exagerate and believe me when I say that she was nothing short of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/801970/ Birthing death. We got home and I called a friend of mine who'd been through a similar thing. It occured to me I had never properly spoken to her about what had happened to her when she lost her daughter. Why had I never before asked? She burst into tears on the phone when I told her the bad news. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/801968/ The hotel, the secret fish dinner and the right person at the wrongest time. We stayed at a hotel, paid for by my work. A 3 course meal thrown in to boot. It was going to be our babymoon. If i got any bigger, it would be hard to fart let alone f**k. Or at least that was my concern. It was beautifu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/801963/ 29 weeks of sharing my body. Me and him stood over the sink, waiting for the results to show in the little window. When we saw it confirmed, there was a freaked out silence. Staring at each other, mouths ajar. His legs shook. I said 'f**k' about 10 times. A happy nervousness was starting to sur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/801960/ This time last year we tried for a baby. In the danky little shithole by the sea: and I started that journal to document my thoughts on this new adventure. We drank rose, played cornish monopoly and made love in the pitch black. I pictured the moment of conception like a witch circling the roof of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/800110/ Memoir/cathartic ramblings/autobiographical story of a tiny period in time when everything got so fucked up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplydaisy/800107/