Day 2 – Before Loss Self Portrait


This is me in the blissful days before I knew such heartache. I am about 22 here, I already had my first son, who at this point was about 2 or 3 years old and I had married his dad the previous year. Things were going great. We never realised that things were about to get worse.



Day 1 – Sunrise

~ Liskeard, England. 10.45am. October 1st, 2013

This is the first day of the capture my grief project, first set up by a woman named #CarlyMarie after she lost her own son.

I know this is meant to be of a sunrise, but I woke a little late and didn’t remember until mid-morning. It is grey and groggy, which in way, pretty much sums up the way I am feeling about this month so far. If I think about it, it is pretty much how I feel about the last 4 and a half years since I lost my little girl to stillbirth. This journey is personal to everyone, they grieve in their own way and no-one should tell them otherwise. Some days it can be bright and sunny, other days are so dark, you just want to curl up in a ball and keep the world out.

Day 01 Sunrise

I Am 1 In 17

This blog may not change the world. It may not even change the way people think. But, if I am able t help just one person who has suffered the same way I have, then I will be happy.

I am the face of stillbirth. I am 1 in 17. I have suffered a parents worst nightmare.

Every day, 1 in 17 babies / children die, either through stillbirth or neonatal. Every day, 1 in 17 new parents have to say goodbye to their children before they are even able to say hello. This is not right.

I hope that by sharing my experiences here, someone will one day come across this and it will make a difference to them in such a devastating time. Whether it is a new angel mum, dad, grandparent, brother, sister or friend, I hope that by reading this, you might be able to gain some comfort in knowing you are not alone.