Parenting after Loss anxiety, particularly at night, is a topic that has come up a few times lately in messages or on #BabyLossHour and I realised I don’t really talk about my anxiety now, since Eli arrived. The intensity of anxiety in pregnancy has absolutely left, but it's always there as a background beat to … Continue reading Anxiety through the Night when Parenting After Loss
Recently, I spoke at a Pregnancy after Loss Study Day at the Royal Berkshire Hospital, in Reading. This is what I shared with them. Introduction to Leo and Eli I’d like to just set the scene of why I am here today, and introduce you to my first son. I fell pregnant with Leo in … Continue reading The Mindset during Pregnancy After Loss
This time, two years ago, I started my own project of #100DaysOfWellbeing with the aim of doing something every day to care for myself, and heal physically and mentally. It gave me such a good focus to get up and out (or in if needs be) and do something for me, and my recovery after Leo … Continue reading Less Berating, More Celebrating – Changing my Mindset to Self-Care
In an instant I lose them both Our sweet, wild boy is gone, And so is the life in her eyes Darkness moves in and she turns to gray, shaking stone I fall to my knees and I hold her hand
We dreamed and we talked and we wondered out loud who you would be, but I knew in my heart that if you were anything like your mom, you would be an amazing human being.
I love my children and my wife with all my heart and couldn't dream of my life being any other way. I will never ever forget the children that I lost, but the journey has made me even more grateful.
We had a different appreciation for what lied ahead and so we tried, even though we were still heartbroken, to enjoy all the little moments.
This is a guide for Mothers' Day gifts, or gifts for any day, for the bereaved. If you have a friend or family member who has lost a child, or you are bereaved yourself and fancy treating yourself, these are some of my favourite shops or gifts, with an extra layer of poignancy to them.
I was finally feeling what Sophie was feeling. I could understand the level of emotion that was running through her body as I too was now experiencing it.
I feel guilty for not crying. I feel guilty for crying.