Matilda Mae Garden Journal: In Bloom

The thing I struggle with the most is believing she is gone

Or was ever here

Often in the same split second

Did I dream her?

I can’t have done

I carried her with me everywhere for 9 months

I heard her babble and giggle and coo

She stroked my face and snuggled in close

She made me laugh

She made me smile

She also made me cry

She was our miracle baby

She was mine

She really hadn’t had that much to do with anyone else

You don’t in those first 9 months

It is precious mummy and baby bonding time

Feeding time

Nurturing time

Making bonds strong enough to last

Stand the test of time

But I can’t believe she is gone

When I hear myself say the words

My baby died

Our daughter died

It is like I am hearing them for the very first time

Each and every time

It is like a blow to the stomach

I feel sick and I struggle to breathe

And some days like today

The pain and sadness is just unbearable

My throat is so tight

I can’t get the oxygen I need

My eyes and nose are streaming

My whole body is shaking

I cannot think of anything

But Matilda Mae

And the cruel realisation

That my baby girl is no longer here

How is that even possible?

And I know that great things are being done in her name

Wonderful community building things

So much money has been raised

A pink and purple garden is in full bloom

But I just cannot accept that all of this

All of this

Is because my 9 month old baby died

My daughter that I love so much

Is dead

And never ever coming back

How can it still feel like new news?

I am really struggling today

I want my baby back!

5 long months

No time at all

My heart is full to bursting

My arms are aching

I know it can never be

But how can it never be?

How can I make sense of a world without Matilda Mae?

I am really not sure I can.

Everything feels hard.

Nothing feels right.

And though all the beautiful flowers are in bloom

They may as well be black and white

For all those people who admire my brave face

This is what happens behind closed doors

I fall apart

And cry til I can cry no more

For all that I miss about Matilda Mae

All I knew about Baby Tilda

And all that I will ever know.

All that she could and should but will never be

My beautiful baby girl.

And all I have left is a garden

Growing and blooming in a way that she never will.

I miss Matilda Mae.

10 thoughts on “Matilda Mae Garden Journal: In Bloom

  1. Bless you Jennie. I cannot read this & go….. The thing I admire about you most it your openness & your honesty about how you feel & your ability to cry…. I am sure this must be better healing than blicking it out. It helps us to help you more knowing just how awful this is for you. You are so right about those first 9 months she was yours totally – Matilda was a little person & she has been ripped from you & you are feeling such an awful loss……….. I do hope your pain of today eases a little. Maybe sit quietly & focus on your breathing…. I know none of this will really help you. Praying for you lots today. Sending so much love Jennie – Rachel xxxx

  2. Jennie – words seem so futile sometimes. Just know that you are in so many people’s thoughts every day and Matilda too – just from reading your blog so many things make me think of her – bubbles, stars, pink and purple and whenever Night Garden comes on C-Beebies to name just a few. I know it’s no consolation but she will never be forgotten. With all my sincere wishes x

  3. There’s obviously never a good time to lose a child, but to lose her when it’s all about the two of you, when you’re bond is so strong. It’s just cruel and it doesn’t help I know, but like everyone else I feel SO sorry for you, still. Wish we could all bring her back for you 🙁 xxx

  4. Life is cruel and so unfair. It makes no sense at all. So sorry and so sad this happened to you. There are no words to ease your pain. Thinking of you x

  5. When I think of the love you have for Matilda this quote comes to my mind – “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep”. Xx

  6. Couldn’t comment on this earlier as my phone battery ran out. But I read this in a garden square full of bright pink roses. I was so sad and could feel the tears falling, it’s all so unfair. I’m going to sit in that garden on my lunch break when I can and remember that beautiful smiling girl. Xx

  7. The garden looks so beautiful. It’s winter here in Australia and nothing is blooming, except a few weeks ago a purple orchid flowered in a shady part of our garden, which is pretty unusual given the cooler weather. I think of Tilda every time I look at it. My 4 year old son has seen me reading your blog and asked about baby Tilda so we talk about her. He blew bubbles in the garden for her “because everyone in England is asleep”. x

  8. Just wishing, and wishing, and wishing that we could bring Baby Tilda back. Although I never met her, and have never met you, I feel sad every day as I think about her, and you, and Esther and William, and David. No words to say *holds hand* Too sad for you Jennie xxx

  9. Sending you a hug. It is so unfair she isn’t with you and we can’t bring her back to you. Matilda’s garden is beautiful, just like she was. Thinking of you everyday and sending love. X

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