Posts Tagged ‘loss’

The First Nobody’s Patient Pilot Workshop

The first Nobody’s Patient pilot workshop was held last Friday, and was a resounding success. Nobody’s Patient is an extension of the maternity experience (#MatExp) project, looking at three key groups: Women who are seriously ill during pregnancy and birth; Families of babies who need neonatal or paediatric care; Families whose babies sadly die before, […] Read more…

I Break Down…and I Pick Myself Up Again

I was broken. My heart was broken, shattered, devastated. My baby boy, gone. I picked myself up. I worked. I created Hugo’s legacy. I picked myself up. Again and again and again. Dusted myself off and kept going, despite the battles, the challenges, the lack of proper support. Fought through the loneliness, the despair, the […] Read more…

I Thought We Had More Time

I thought we had more time. Precious photos, me posing proudly with my burgeoning bump. But those photos are too few: at 23 weeks, I thought we had more time. After diagnosis, in hospital, Hugo was not born that first night. More time granted. Precious time for my precious baby to grow, be strong. Transferred […] Read more…

Let It Go?

Let it go, they say Learn to let live, learn to let go. Wise words: To an extent.   You can let go of some things. The things we spend time worrying about. (Especially the things we cannot control). Imagining those worries as a balloon And letting go of it Watching it fly higher and […] Read more…

Christmas 2015, Survived

Well, Christmas 2015 has been survived. On Christmas Eve Martin and I took Hugo’s presents to his garden. Finding presents that are suitable to withstand the elements outside can often be a challenge, so I was pleased to find these two little robots. They look very cute and cheerful. The penguin (a gift from my […] Read more…

The Second Christmas After Hugo

The second Christmas after Hugo. It’s fast approaching. It’s a funny old time. In many respects, the days are just like other days but Christmas always carries such a special poignancy doesn’t it? With that poignancy comes a heavy helping of expectation, immersed in families who seem to be so bloody happy. We’re not looking […] Read more…

Standing on the Periphery

I am standing on the periphery. The periphery of the life that should have been mine. The life that should have belonged to Hugo. I am standing on the lip of a chasm. The chasm that my life fell in to. Two years ago this week I discovered I was pregnant. Oh, the joy and […] Read more…

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