i went into Amy's room today, for the first time. it was so perfect, so tidy, there was all Iris' stuff in there too, a pink moses basket at the bottom of Amys bed, the pram in the corner, with the labels still on.  I opened her wardrobe and saw two rails of clothes, the top one had all her clothes, her jeans, her jumpers, her "going out" tops, that her dad always complained when she went out in, the second rail, she'd put in herself, with some help from Lewis. It was full of babygrows and vests, little pink dresses with frillly knickers.  Most of them still had the labels on. I took Amys favourite yellow hoodie and layed on her bed holding the jumper, just so i could smell her, just to feel close to her.My husband wants to start to clear her room out, so we can move on he says, but i can't touch it. Its almost like she's just nipped out. If we get rid of all her things, thats it, it's so finalI just want my baby girl back