Story By Liz (Oscar and Felix's mum)
It wasn’t until my 20-week scan that everything started to fall apart. The doctors found something terribly wrong with one of the boys, who we later named Oscar. His heart hadn’t formed properly, and he wouldn’t survive the pregnancy. At every scan, we had to watch Oscar slowly fade until he passed away at 27 weeks.
The pain was unbearable. The only thing that kept us going was knowing his brother, Felix, was healthy.
I carried both boys until 33 weeks when I went into early labour. Felix came out crying, it was the most beautiful sound we had ever heard, especially after the heartbreaking silence of Oscar’s birth. His cries carried all the hope and dreams we never had the chance to imagine for Oscar. Though Felix weighed just 4lb 6oz, he was breathing on his own and feeding well. He was small but healthy.
We thought we’d be bringing Felix home for Christmas, but then in a single night, our beautiful boy was stolen from us.
