Fabienne's poem
From Fabienne, mother of Léo, stillborn at 25 weeks of pregnancy
I know it is hard for you to talk about Léo.
You didn’t see him.
You didn’t touch him.
You didn’t know him.
You didn’t feel him.
But don’t forget that we,
We loved him from the first day.
And for 25 weeks,
We placed many dreams in him.
We projected a future for him.
We talked to him.
We felt him.
We gave birth to him.
With pain.
With unimaginable fear.
Yes, it is a dead baby who was born that day.
Despite it all, he is still our son.
Our first child.
We saw him.
We touched him.
We mourned for him.
We still mourn for him.
We gave him a little sister.
We love her very much.
But she is Eloïne.
She will never replace him.
And she will always be our second child
