No Words Launch

No Words Launch

No Words Launch No Words Today is the day that I am launching a baby loss awareness campaign – NO WORDS.  It wasn’t long after Ottilie was born that I realised I needed to do something, to make a difference, to change something. Maybe because I knew I could...
The Treacley Days

The Treacley Days

The Treacley Days The Treacley Days   Some days are just treacley.  Moving my body is hard, concrete boots weigh down my legs as I try to wade through wet sand making no progress.  Clarity of thought is lost in the million post it notes of half thoughts that line...
On your first birthday

On your first birthday

On your first birthday On your first birthday   I have often thought that if I had a child I would write them letters at every birthday, something to remind them of how much they have grown and learnt and made us laugh. Precious memories to look back on at...
Tidings of comfort and joy

Tidings of comfort and joy

Tidings of comfort and joy Sunrise on Christmas day. A long way from home. A long way from the Christmas we should have been having. A long way from any Christmas we have had before. I am in search of both comfort and joy. Comfort from the eternal absence of Ottilie....
Keeping your friends close

Keeping your friends close

Keeping your friends close In December 2018… just as I started to really be able to feel our wriggly baby start to move, we booked a holiday with some of our best friends. A villa, somewhere warm with 12 adults, their kids and 3 babies who were yet to be born,...
The Fourth Trimester

The Fourth Trimester

The Fourth Trimester So there it was, the “fourth trimester”.   I had read so much about the first three months of parenthood and watched so many friends battle the highs and lows of the most magical and yet desperately exhausting time. I was so ready for the...
The Magic of Peonies

The Magic of Peonies

The Magic of Peonies These beautiful peonies caught my eye in Pikes Place Market, Seattle. The magical thing about peonies is that their beauty is so short lived, available for such a short amount of time. A poignant symbol from a flower I love. It is three weeks...
Departures

Departures

Departures Eight weeks after having Ottilie we got on a plane.   As I lay in theatre with Ben by my side only hours after we had learned that our baby had died, we knew that a trip away would be something we wanted to do. We chatted to the anaesthetist about...
My First Post Without Ottilie

My First Post Without Ottilie

My First Post Without Ottilie When I wrote this post for social media…   I knew it wouldn’t be the one that people were expecting from the picture. It is a post that is deeply personal and took a lot of thought before sharing. A little over 8 weeks ago...