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It took me over a year to post photos of Darby pregnant with Eliot. It was too hard to look at Darby, glowing with joy and to remember Eliot jumping like crazy in her belly as this beautiful pregnancy turned out to be the only time we had with Eliot. He never got to know the world outside his safe home under Darby's heart and we have missed him every playdate, every meet-up in the park and every kids birthday party.

I'm not very good with words but I know someone who is:

"I’ve known some of the ladies here today quite a long time… We met after having our first children, sipping coffee & Prosecco, while rolling with our prams around the city. Some of us then went on to have second children, some of whom are here today. Eliot is our first second wave baby. He was supposed to spearhead the babbling, the rolling, the crawling. Darby was going to be the first one not to sleep again, to deal with the hecticness of toddlerdom and newborn-doom, to carry Eliot when we had our night’s out, much to Ana’s chagrin. But he wasn’t there and we’ve felt a huge void in our midst.