No mummy should have to write their baby’s funeral
No mummy should have to grieve for their child
No mummy should have to find a way of coping with their grief
No mummy should have to find a way of making sense of such a cruel cruel loss in their lives
How would you feel if your baby died?
You do not know.
You cannot know.
Unless it has happened to you.
Perhaps you do not want to know.
Then please stop reading my blog.
This is my personal writing space.
To read what I write you have to choose to come here.
You have to open the page and read the words that appear on the screen.
If you do not like what I have to say.
If you feel that I am acting in an undignified way.
Then please find a happier story to read.
A less bumpy road to follow.
I am a mummy who is struggling.
I am grieving the only way that I know how.
I am in the arms of my online friends.
I am standing shoulder to shoulder with other parenting bloggers.
People who are proud to stand by my side.
If this rocky road is not one for you.
Then please feel free not to read.
I am not writing this for you.
I am writing it for me.
I am writing it in the hope that one day my children will read it and know why mummy was so sad.
Why for just a few weeks mummy was not as funny or as enthusiastic about marching to The Grand Old Duke of York.
Why Granny took over the running of the house for a while.
Why mummy cried and hid herself away in Baby Tilda’s empty room.
I am writing this for those poor mummies who will tread this path behind me.
In the hope that I can help them, as others have helped me, to not feel alone.
To know that there is no wrong or right way to grieve.
There is just this.
And whatever you are.
Whatever you do.
Whatever you need to be.
Because no one can know what is right for you except you.
No mummy should have to mourn their child.
Grieve for a tiny baby.
But too many mummies do.
And they are welcome here.
Here I hope people will find courage and hope and inspiration and ideas.
And know that in their darkest darkest hours they are not alone.
This is my blog and my grief.
This is me.