Mama, our babies died.
Yes darling, they both died.
But I wanted to bring them home with us. I wanted to have my baby brothers.
Me too baby.
I miss them, I want my brothers. Why did they die?
I miss them too – and we did everything we could to keep them with us. Sometimes, if you try really, really hard, you can change the outcomes. But sometimes, it doesn’t matter how hard you try, how hard you work, or how hard you hope, some things just don’t work out the way you want them to.
And they just died.
Yes bubbaloo. They died. And we’re very sad.
But I want my brothers. I want my brothers.
Just when you think things are going well, it all turns to shit. I am assured by my gorgeous grief counsellor that I am handling Inigo’s questions well, but it kills me to have to be so calm and considered, when all I want to do is sob and scream, and rage. But I don’t, because my baby needs me to be a grown up. And that’s a choice.