The End
I have been meaning to start my blog for a while. I am a very open person and I feel I was blessed with being this way - to be able to let people know that they aren’t alone. To introduce myself - I’m Vic, I’m 34 and I am a mummy. Unlike most mummy’s, however, my beautiful baby girl was not made for this world. Evelyn lived for 15 precious weeks and now I must learn to live again without her. I thought it was best to confirm the outcome of our story first, so as not to get anyone’s hopes up that there was a happy ending. There wasn’t. Life goes on and I now must work out how. I had this tattoo done as a memorial to her. Evelyn’s strength and resilience reminded me of a baby elephant. Elephants are so beautiful and so strong and that was her. It occurred to me, though, that if she is indeed an elephant then so am I. I passed on my strength and resilience to her. So, my tattoo is Evelyn and I standing strong together, but I am still protecting her... and I always will...