Tag: life after loss

Remembering at Christmas

Remembering at Christmas

On our first Christmas after Henry died my hand hovered while signing Christmas cards, it felt odd writing his name when he wasn’t here but it felt downright wrong not to and so I added his name after ours. I’ve continued to write his name […]

Wedding Dress to Funeral Gowns

Wedding Dress to Funeral Gowns

Earlier this week I featured in an article in the Guardian talking about why I donated my wedding dress to be turned into funeral gowns for babies. Very soon after he died Henry had to go away to another hospital for a post-mortem, when he […]

Capture your Grief 2018: Days 1-7

Capture your Grief 2018: Days 1-7

During October I took part in Capture your Grief, a worldwide 31 day photo project to help bereaved parents mindfully explore their grief. I wrote something most days and posted to Instagram on about half the days. Here are some of my thoughts around the […]

Half truths

Half truths

I am becoming an expert in not quite telling the whole truth. When Henry died I promised him I would never deny his existence. I absolutely love sharing him with the world and am so, so proud of him but sometimes I can’t face telling people he’s […]

Six months: a letter to myself

Six months: a letter to myself

I can’t quite get my head around the fact that today is exactly six months since Henry’s birth and death. My arms ache to hold my six-month-old baby. I can’t even imagine what he’d look like now, he’d no longer be the small, scrunched up […]

Seasons Change

Seasons Change

Heading back into summer feels weird. I feel weird. I didn’t anticipate how the start of British Summer Time or spring would make me feel. The usual ‘shit, this is still my reality’ punch to the stomach feeling, but also a glimmer of something else, hope […]

I have a son

I have a son

Hey World, it’s Henry’s mum, I’ve spent the past two days learning how to use WordPress to make a pretty website and blog. I wanted to start by sharing Henry’s story but have developed a block and can’t. Sometimes I want to talk about it […]