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In most of my posts I focus on the aftermath rather than the origin story of my sons. In reality it is no longer possible to separate the two. The story of their lives is inverted in their death. This post was originally intended to be the ‘happy story’ of the beginning (“when we were…

#5for5Challenge: Update and thank you

#5for5Challenge: Thank you Fittingly for #SandsAwarenessMonth I have  reached my goal of over 5000 views for the blog and have raised £45 towards my £50 target. Even better at least 700 of those were for the #endstillbirths series of blogs (although there are still a disturbingly high number of views for bloody Paw Patrol…). Even…

#SandsAwarenessMonth: What Sands means to me

As you will have seen from the blog header and Twitter profile, June marks #SandsAwarenessMonth. This is an opportunity to raise awareness of charities like Sands that offer help and support for bereaved  parents and their families, friends, colleagues and the health care professionals affected. Charities like Sands, Tamba and Tommy’s are helping families bereaved…

#endstillbirths – The missing pieces

There is a lot of activity going around the aim of reducing preventable stillbirth and neonatal death.  It’s been getting press attention in the UK in a way that gives hope that more people are aware of it and its impact on the lives of parents of baby loss. As a contrast from Dr Elin…

This door is locked

This post is inspired by two WordPress daily prompts; Locked and Abandoned Locked As a die hard Silent Hill fan the word locked instantly brings to mind the familiar refrain of the game: The lock is jammed.  This door cannot be opened. The phrase serves two purposes.  One, it means not having to create time…

In defence of childish things

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things I’ve always hated that phrase.  It’s one that gets deployed with glib glee when confronted with something that doesn’t meet with approval.  It’s judgement…

A tricky question: Values or friends?

As with my Saving Babies’ Lives post this one started off as a long detailed post taking a mundane event as a jumping off point. I then use it as an opportunity to over think it, agonise over drafting and awkwardly try and shoehorn references to The Lucifer Effect, Abu Ghraib and Morecombe Bay and the…

#endstillbirths: Saving Babies’ Lives

My last #endstillbirths post was all about the good news going on to prevent avoidable deaths. This week brings more good news but some people have decided to spike that delicious treat with pieces of glass.  Some for self interest, some for self promotion and some for a lack of self awareness. Let’s start with…

The Civil War Within

I’ve been thinking about parenting and the past. I’ve been told that it is futile to live in the past and that we must move on.  Straight after this grand pronouncement and utter denial of the power of history to shape us and make us what we are we then returned to the past that…

What happened after #TimeToTalk

I walked out of the book filled room and soft furnishings, blinking in the rare, bright sunshine with a lightness I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was my last session of counselling and a chance to reflect and see whether we had achieved what we set out to do together over the last…