Isaac Patrick Higgins

Isaac Patrick Higgins was our 2nd child, he was born still on 17th November 2003 at 37 weeks of
pregnancy. He had a big brother called Joshua and now has a baby brother called Luke. He weighed
7lb9oz and was 21" long, perfect in every way.
We were devestated when we were told there was no heart beat, how could this happen to us? it just
didn't make sense, I was in hospital being monitered for gestational diabetes, and had been fine the
night before even heard his heart beat at 11pm on the 16th when the nurse did her night checks
before lights out. I didn't sleep much that night. The nurse was back at 7am on the 17th to do her
checks and the doppler didn't seem to work, she brought in a scanner but it seemed that didn't work
either, she sent for a doctor who wanted me to go to fetal assesment for a proper scan, I wasn't at
all worried, how could anything possibly be wrong, I only had 3 weeks to go. We went down for a scan
and the doc seemed to be taking ages, "is everything ok" I asked, She looked at me and I knew, I
just knew before she said a thing, by the look in her eyes, "I'm sorry Susan, there's no heartbeat",
6 words that shattered my world. I asked her to check again in case she made a mistake, she did but
there was no mistake.
My husband was called and together we tried to make sense of it. There was no sense to be made. I
was going to be induced later that day but had to have an emergency section as I had a concealed
abruption. We will never forget our baby boy, we took him home before we buried him, he is buried
with his grandad Michael. We miss him every day, and will forever.


Zac, you are our forever baby, forever loved, for never forgotten.


Love Mam, Dad, Joshua and Luke xxx and you new baby brother Joel

To The Child in Our Heart

"O' precious tiny, sweet little one,
you will always be to us perfect, pure and innocent,
just as you were meant to be.
We dreamed of you and of your life and all that it would be,
we waited and longed for you to come and join our family.
We never had the chance to play, to laugh, to rock, to wiggle,
we long to hold you, touch you now and listen to you giggle.

I will always be your mother; he'll always be your Dad,
you will always be our child, the child that we had.
now you're gone...but yet you're here,
we will sense you everywhere.

You are our sorrow and our joy,
there's love in every tear.
Just know that our love goes deep and strong,
we'll forget you never -
the child we had, but never had,
and yet will have forever.......

Anon

Surviving Mum

My Mum is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night,
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night,
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her,
To help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach,
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mum,

Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see,
Tears flowing from her eyes.
My mum tries to cope with death,
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows,
It is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mum,
Through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angels,
Protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels,
My surviving mum has a broken heart,
That time won't ever heal.


Surviving Dad

My dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.

But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when noone's around.

I watch him sit up late at night
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.

My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all~!
But there are times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.

Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad
Help him mourn in his own way.

Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love