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 […]
Earlier this week we took Merryn to hospital with a bump on the head. Before we could leave she had to be checked over by a consultant paediatrician; I believe this is standard practice for child protection reasons with young, non-crawling babies presenting in A&E […]
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 […]
Things have been a little quiet on this blog lately. I’ve been trying to write something for months but with the birth of our second child, Henry’s little sister Merryn, earlier this year I haven’t known where to start. When I was pregnant with Henry […]
Heading into 2019 the grief that carried us into 2018 is still very much there, still quite raw, ever present bubbling away below the surface but whereas last year it contained mainly sadness and pain it is now softened slightly by the happy memories we have made during this first year as a family of three, memories of the ways Henry has been remembered and celebrated and included and the love that has surrounded our family and bound us together. In 2019 we will meet Henry’s sibling and begin our life as a family of four; this will be the start of another parenting journey, hopefully a slightly different one where we get to parent a living child alongside Henry. Henry’s death and his physical absence is a massive crack in our family, and always will be, but he is the light that shines through that crack and he is the reason we have survived our first year as parents. 2017 was definitely his year but 2018 has been his too and so 2019 also will be.
I’m Georgia, a vilomahed mum of one. My son Henry died unexpectedly aged two-hours-old. I write about babyloss, life after loss and parenting my missing child.