Space, in many senses of that word, has been a key theme during the last few days – and I need more of it.

Earlier this week I was literally seeing stars. I’ve been unhappy with my blog’s banner for a while – it didn’t feel ‘me,’ and the various parts of it looked disconnected. I’d designed it myself using PicMonkey about six months ago, and now I’m more used to the design programme I thought I’d give it another go. It took me hours, literally – not because it was complicated as such, but because it had to be just right. I’m pretty happy with the finished result – the shooting stars connect the blog’s title to the photo of Hugo gripping my finger, and it feels more sparkly, more ‘me’.

Having an especially bad day earlier in the week, I was pleased to find this cushion. It was perfect, with the sparkly writing. I used to read ‘Guess How Much I Love You’ to Hugo over and over, and tell him that I love him to the moon and back a million times. The cushion was on the highest shelf in a cluttered shop, so it was luck to find it.


I’ve not been blogging as much lately: I have realised I need to give myself more space. My blog has been my sanctuary since Hugo died, for so many reasons: a space for my thoughts, a platform from which to campaign and raise awareness; something to grow and nurture. In those respects, my blog has been fantastic. However, on the down side I have been using my blog as a way of keeping busy, as a means of distracting myself from being at one with my thoughts. From having to think about my grief. Sadly, avoiding it makes it worse rather than better. So, I need to give myself space to figure out my grief, my trauma, time to feel whatever I feel, whether that is good, bad or anything in between.

Yesterday I went back to St George’s. Martin and I had a couple of things to do regarding Hugo’s legacy, and we also had an appointment with my obstetric consultant. She very kindly spent lots of time with me back in April giving me a debrief on what happened and why, which was very helpful. I was still quite spaced out at that time though, and needed to ask more questions. The good thing is my body returned to normal very quickly after the HELLP syndrome, which is a blessing, as is not remembering a lot of what happened around the time of Hugo’s birth. The curse is not remembering much makes it difficult to process, and I wonder whether the illness really did happen. I know it was real, of course – my flashbacks tell me that as much as anything – but I still need to be able to let it sink in.

I know that Hugo’s very premature birth and death wasn’t my fault. It is reassuring yet terrifying to hear it again from my consultant: reassuring to know that the hospital took action when they did because my blood pressure was so high there was concern that I could have seizures and/or a stroke, and that my liver and kidneys were in trouble. I was on the verge of major organ failure, hence my stay in intensive care. If I did have a stroke or seizure, Hugo would not have stood a chance. I’m sure you can figure out the ‘terrifying’ part. It is humbling to know I came close to other people telling my story for me, as Leila, who died after suffering HELLP syndrome-related seizures and stroke, tragically has.

That space is not only vital for dealing with my grief and trauma, but also for my general energy levels. I’m exhausted, emotionally. I’ve buried myself in my awareness raising. My ‘Blogging: not all about the stats’ post was written partly as a reminder for me. I was equating stats with success, which is of course not the whole picture. I need to remember the impact my posts have had all across the world: the number of people who know about my Hugo, who see me as Hugo’s mummy, who know about HELLP syndrome, bereaved parents who have felt a resonance with my writing, the hospital staff who have said they will review and change their practise as a result of my feedback and experiences, the people who have said I have changed their perception of baby loss. That’s good for seven months’ work.

So, I’m going to give myself space. Writing less, not putting pressure on myself to sit in front of the laptop. Writing because I want to, not because feel I have to, and learning the difference. Scale down the linkies: the parenting blogging community has been wonderfully supportive, but the double-edged sword is having to avoid the minefield of baby-related posts. I’m tired of all of that. It’s not that I will never again join a linky (this post will be added to one when complete!) – it’s about joining if I feel like it when the day comes, rather than feeling I ‘have to’.

Mummy and Hugo

Mummy and Hugo

There are so many ways in which I am tired. I found this post on Facebook yesterday, which so neatly sums up how I feel. It’s one of those that felt like it was written about me, if you replace the author’s baby’s name with Hugo. This excerpt is particularly resonant:

I am so, so tired. I am tired from fighting to stay upright, battling to focus on the positives in my life. Tired from wanting so much to be a good person, a good friend, a good wife, a good mother.

I am tired because of the guilt, the responsibility I feel for letting my baby down, for not keeping her safe. I am tired from the weight of the sadness of missing her so deeply. I am tired from the worry that I carry with my every step. Horrific things happen to the best of people, how am I ever going to feel safe? I am tired from hoping for a future that will always remain uncertain.

I am tired from wearing a mask, from trying to appear brave and strong and dignified in my grief. I am tired from fighting for Maeve, so the world won’t forget that she existed, and that she made me who I am in the most wonderful, yet devastating way.

I am tired from feeling the physical pain of my grief. Like a deep, raw hole through my core. An emptiness where Maeve once was. And yet I need to feel it, because that pain means my baby was real. That I am still me.

I’m tired from being me. I am tired from surviving the pain of her loss.

Yet my tiredness isn’t as great as my love for Hugo – I love him to the moon and back again, and to infinity and beyond.

The Reading Residence

0 comment on Space

  1. Morgan Prince
    December 15, 2014 at 10:30 am (6 years ago)

    Take time for yourself, heal. I cannot imagine how hard it is having to live every day and the strength it takes but you’re doing it. Stepping back from the blog sounds like a great idea and know that the blogging community will still be here when you return. Like Tim says you need to be happy. xx #WotW

    • Leigh Kendall
      December 15, 2014 at 10:59 am (6 years ago)

      Thank you, that’s really kind. xxx

  2. Tim
    December 13, 2014 at 4:13 pm (6 years ago)

    Sounds like a wise move, Leigh. Ultimately you need to ensure you’re happy in whatever space you require, and your readers will stay with you whether tou write once or five times a week.

    • Leigh Kendall
      December 13, 2014 at 5:36 pm (6 years ago)

      Thanks Tim, and it’s so kind of you to say so x

  3. Tara
    December 13, 2014 at 9:34 am (6 years ago)

    While I am sad you will be blogging less, it sounds like exactly the right thing for you at the moment. I wonder if you would have been ready at first to acknowledge/confront your grief in the same way you are now? Maybe these months of blogging were all part of the process to get you to this point? You have done fabulous things in Hugo’s name in such a short space of time but, as Louise, said, it (we) will still be here when you feel ready again.

    • Leigh Kendall
      December 13, 2014 at 5:35 pm (6 years ago)

      That’s an interesting way of looking at it, Tara. I probably wouldn’t have been ready to do this months ago, and the blogging really has helped me. It’s time for me now to try to look at things differently and re prioritise. I’m touched that you’re be sad I’m blogging less. Thanks so much for your support xxx

  4. Louise
    December 12, 2014 at 10:10 pm (6 years ago)

    Space is so very important sometimes. You have been doing so much in helping to raise awareness but it sounds like you need time for you too, time to take a step back and give yourself some more space again to grieve. The blogging world will always be here and waiting for when you are ready to post. Sending you big virtual hugs and keeping you in my thoughts x

    • Leigh Kendall
      December 13, 2014 at 5:32 pm (6 years ago)

      Thanks Louise, I value your support xxx

  5. Kim Carberry
    December 12, 2014 at 8:46 pm (6 years ago)

    Aww! Such an emotional post! Sometimes space is needed and it is understandable that you need some!…..Sending love and hugs x

  6. Mummy Tries
    December 12, 2014 at 7:04 pm (6 years ago)

    Not for the first time today I’m say here in tears. Why do the worst things Happen to the best people? I really hope a bit of space helps you to gather your thoughts and process your grief. Sending love and hugs xxx

    • Leigh Kendall
      December 13, 2014 at 5:31 pm (6 years ago)

      Thanks so much. I hope a bit of space to regather my thoughts will help a bit xxx

  7. Merlinda Little (@pixiedusk)
    December 12, 2014 at 5:54 pm (6 years ago)

    It is nice to once in awhile go away from the blog. My blog is place where I escape from realities that I am facing. But went away from it as I dont want to be too dependent on it. Space away from the blog to face realities are sometimes needed.

    I am always gonna go back to read your entries as I can feel the sincerity in them but I would understand if you need that space. #wotw

    • Leigh Kendall
      December 13, 2014 at 5:30 pm (6 years ago)

      You’re right, we sometimes need space to face reality – we can’t escape it forever! xxx

  8. thereadingresidence
    December 12, 2014 at 2:02 pm (6 years ago)

    Your love for Huge pours out of you all of the time, and your strength is phenomenal, but yes, that doesn’t mean that you don’t need space. Space away from the blogging world, space to grieve, space to be you. I do hope you carve some out for yourself, and I’ve no doubt your readers will still be here as and when you have something to share. Hugs to you x Thanks for sharing with #WotW

    • Leigh Kendall
      December 13, 2014 at 5:28 pm (6 years ago)

      Thank you. I hope to be reinvigorated by a bit of space to just be xxx


3Pingbacks & Trackbacks on Space

  1. […] noticed that I have posted just as much as ever in the past week, despite last week saying that I needed space away from […]

  2. […] There were a few things we needed to do and see to make the four hour round trip worthwhile: an appointment with my consultant, and see the tangible products of Hugo’s enduring […]

  3. […] There were a few things we needed to do and see to make the four hour round trip worthwhile: an appointment with my consultant, and see the tangible products of Hugo’s enduring […]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Comment *

CommentLuv badge