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Wisdom. Capture Your Grief

What wisdom could you share for family and friends wanting to help a loved one who has experienced the death of their baby or child? When she died we made the difficult decision to share her death on social media. But of course, looking back now I wish we’d waited and announced in a more controlled environment and slower. But I guess there’s not a right or wrong way to have done it. We were receiving “Get Well” wishes, but she had already gone.

Wisdom for friends and family.

Make sure you contact the parents/family of the lost child. Their whole world has been blown apart, they’re looking for people to give answers, for eyes that tell them that everything is going to be okay. They’re also looking for blame, for someone to say it was all a mistake.

It’s so isolating, not everyone will be able to understand what you are going through, but empathy goes a very long way. Thoughts on helping a family to remember their baby, allowing them to speak freely, without being forced to feel like they have to move on, get over it or remain silent. Their much loved, much wanted child died, the unimaginable has happened, families need love and not misguided advice, which ends up hurting people more.

Leaving the bereaved alone, leaves them questioning themselves about their actions, about why nobody wants to support and help them.
Making them feel like they’re to blame for everything, from losing their child to losing their network of family and friends.

It’s important to keep being there, they’re allowed to cry, scream and be angry. But laughing and joking, it doesn’t mean they’re healed; it just means that they are finding a way to cope, to be free from the pain of losing their child; even if for just a moment.

Just be there when the bad days are dark, because the lighter days are of beauty, and shouldn’t be missed.

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Healing. Capture Your Grief

What does healing in grief mean for me? Well, the very first thing I would say is that I’m not healed in a way that maybe I should be. You know, when you imagine an open wound that eventually closes over through scarring. It is there you know it is there, but it remains closed; it is almost forgotten – at the very least you don’t think of it much.

When people combine the words healing and child bereavement, all the above is exactly what “outsiders” view. You go through the stages, the death (the initial puncture to the skin), the coming to terms and things like the funeral, (the beginnings of healing). Then the aftermath (the final scarring, healing process). Then you’re meant to just get on with it.

But healing from the death of a baby or child, looks completely different. There is no scar tissue to help rebuild what is hurt; it doesn’t protect you from more pain. It can feel relentless, like the heavy painful feeing will never go away; reopening at unexpected moments.

You simply do not recover from this.

Healing looks different.

Healing isn’t always about moving on and forgetting. It comes in the shape of tears and laughter. Anger and joy. For me it I about being able to carry a legacy on for her. I have struggled with believing that she is with me all the time, I wish she as – but she isn’t. However, by talking about her, doing things in her memory, helps me with the guilt which surrounds her birth and then her death. I guess, it is like a walking stick, it helps me feel like I am doing something for her.

 

Time is a healer.

It isn’t, I just makes the length of time since I last held her longer, seem so far away. Time makes me forget things, it makes me forget her smell, and how she felt. Time makes it hurt more.

 

I’ll never be healed, but I know how to adjust the tape and glue.

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Rituals. Capture Your Grief

Rituals.

From early on, I’ve always wanted to make sure that I could do something for her. Not on the same levels as her siblings of course, but to make sure she is included. Rituals to us, it felt important for her memory.

Melody’s footprints

From the first few months, we felt it important to include her name somehow. Written in the sand, or other creative ways. We paid a visit to a local attraction, and there’s an area called “Melody Close”; an open-air theatre, where small shows are available to watch. It was one of the first photos of her name we took, now each time we visit, we always try to get a photo; watch them grow around the name.
We’ve recently hit approximately 200 location photos from people in various locations around the world, including California and Miami.

Her Grave

We don’t visit very often now, I hate to say it but we simply don’t always have the time, but I also hate having to say goodbye each time.
Every birthday we visit and make her space tidy and give her a birthday theme to match her age in which she should have been. We also always go out for lunch and eat cake.
Her anniversary we’ll just take flowers.  At Christmas we’ll also give her a special Christmas place, as well as Halloween too.
Her siblings are majorettes and perform in carnivals so, we tend to match her colours with the colours the majorettes use. It’s the least we could do.

It may not be the right thing to do. But it’s our thing to do.

 

Little Daffodils

 

Everything surrounding her death and the aftermath, has been a complete eye opener, the lack of understanding, the lack of support. I wanted to try and change the aftercare, make sure nobody is ever left out, or left alone.
There is a very long way to go, but as a small group, we’re taking the steps to make it happen.

I just want to make sure that she doesn’t get forgotten.

 

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Today. Capture Your Grief

Where am I in my grief?

Well contrary to what people think we should be, I’m still a bereaved mum, I am still grieving.
Life changed, I changed too. Sometimes I think for the worst, while others I think I have changed for the better.

When we were asked about switching off her life support we knew from that moment, nothing would be the same.
I just never expected that once her final breath had faded, our bodies changed too. Broken, battered.

Today it has been six years and three days since that moment of goodbye.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over the shock, from one day a healthy baby to gone, forever the next day.

Today

Today, I got “sideswiped”. Today my grief became so overwhelming, my passion for trying to make sure our daughter will never be forgotten made me feel worthless. I felt heavy and not in control of my feelings. I felt like shit today, like nothing I ever do will be enough. Frustrating at not being heard; being made to feel repeatedly that our daughter, her life and her memory doesn’t matter enough to be heard.

I hate how this type of grief catches you, so off guard that you could be on top of the world one minute; then the next you can barely breathe. Nothing seems to compare; after my Dad died, it never felt like my soul had been broken. I could stop take a moment, and then carry on. I no longer visit his grave, because I know he isn’t there, he is around us.

Melody, she is where she lies, I don’t feel her around me – I hate that too.

Today everything went dark, everything felt heavy. Today I begun this post with good intentions of how far into this journey I am, that I can face the day; that being six years down the line I can’t breathe.

 

But today has been shit.

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Essence. Capture Your Grief

Essence

Day Three of the Capture Your Grief project. A little bit more about who they are. My reason behind this project. The essence of her being.

 

Who Are They To You?

She was going to be our rainbow honeymoon baby. We’d lost two babies through early miscarriage before her; conceiving her on our wedding blessing night gave us the key to our new married life together. Adding her to the to children I already had. She is my third child, she will always be my third child – now the middle one. My older two were so excited about having a new baby in the house, we all were. Although I’d had the miscarriages, after taking home two children, I had assumed that she would too. We simply never imagined anything other than brining home a rainbow, as that’s what Rainbow babies do; right?

 

Do They Have A Name?

We didn’t know her gender until the week she was born; so, we often played about with names. Had she been a boy, she was going to either Xavier Or Gabriel Severus. Our original choice for female name was Autumn Amelia. Autumn, because we thought it as a gorgeous name, and Amelia after Amy Pond from Dr Who. Anyway, that year there was a singer on one of the singing shows, and her name was Amelia; we knew it would probably become popular.

I often had boxset marathons due to having Hyperemesis and not being able to go too far from a toilet, many names popped up. Then Christmas 2011 came that all important Dr Who episode, “Hello Sweetie…” Melody Pond was introduced to us. (River Song). We both instantly said how much we loved the name; her middle name comes from NCIS character Caitlyn (Cate).

I remember when she was born, and we were told that she was alive; then asked her name. I felt so proud telling them her name; not knowing whether we would see her again alive.

 

What Is The Meaning of Their Name?

Melody is a Greek name which means song. I am so pleased we went with a reasonably unique name.

Essence

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Capture Your Grief - Sunrise

Sunrise. Capture Your Grief 2018

Introduction

Today marks the first day of Pregnancy and Infant Loss awareness month. It is a chance to speak openly and share experiences; to break the taboo that is baby loss.

This is a project put together by fellow bereaved Mother – Carly Marie, a way to share thoughts on baby loss, sharing our babies and raise as much awareness as possible. I have once again decided to give it a go; I didn’t complete last year’s – it was the first year I didn’t complete it. So, I will take one day at a time.

 

Carly Marie - Capture your grief 2018

First of The Month

The first of each month is always a reminder of the anniversary of loss, the first of the month when you’re excited for what’s to come as events move closer. In 2012 we had a discharge date of May 2012; it was our goal, what were all clinging on to – leaving the NICU behind us. Early April 1st of the same year I remember getting a couple of excited text messages stating she’d be “home next month”; we were all so excited, only a month to go.

Little did we know that after these messages were exchanged and that when we reached the hospital that morning, everything would be different. That May would come and go, a discharge date would just be a day in the month that only we would remember.

April 1st, she died. October will always be the half way point, six months since – six months until. I remember hitting six months, it seemed like such a significant time which had passed; yet felt like no time had passed at all. Wondering how we were going to get through each day, let alone another six months with Christmas and her birthday during the following six months.

 

 

Sunrise

I remember waking up from the first longest night after she died. My eyes were closed, but I hadn’t slept. Everything about my body felt heavy, weighed down desperately hoping to know that I had been asleep, and it was all a terrible nightmare. It was strange knowing there was a sunrise, yet our daughter had only just died the day before; it didn’t seem right, none of it did.

That year we had a heatwave during the whole time she was alive. When she was born Spring had arrived with her, she had brought glorious sunshine; there is stayed until her funeral. I got sunburnt in March and was wearing vest tops and flip-flops. Beautiful weather, it made our trips to the NICU bearable, dreaming together of what our sunny days would be like once she left, how she’d love playing with her brother and sister.

Just a couple of weeks prior to her death, she was able to feel the sun on her face through the window, she wasn’t keen, but we knew one day she would love it. That was the only way she ever felt the sun on her face, no and between her toes; or an ice cream by the sea.

 

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She never witnessed a sunrise.

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Clear and Let Go – Capture Your Grief 2017

Clear and Let Go

Yesterday there was a rest day in the capture your grief project, so no posting; however I am working on a little awareness post for this coming week to replace.

You see I was going to stop this project. Saturday just gone was going to be my last day; for this year I am not in the place for writing about mindfulness. I said to my husband that I would no longer carry on with it this year. Although I have said this previous years, but that is down to either having our story attacked by people who have nothing better to do, or because it can get really heavy.

I am in a place where I don’t want to be a bereaved mother. This is written about elsewhere, so I’ll try not to talk too much about this for now, as the post won’t be public until next week.

I don’t want to let go of her; but for one day it would be nice to get a baby sitter; for someone to hold my thoughts, hold my love and forget her. Either forget that she existed or forget that she died, that she is alive and well. But I can’t. Don’t Judge Me.

Capture Your Grief

Just like I can’t stop this project, she doesn’t know I am doing it… if she did I wouldn’t be doing it; I probably would have no idea about it either. But I simply cannot let go, I can’t let this year be only half way done. So I will, although my heart is not in it; I will continue.

However I will maybe twist the prompts  a little; I am struggling with the lack of awareness for Neonatal and Post neonatal deaths; for me Capture Your Grief was my way of raising that awareness, through Melody. That her type of death mattered.

So I apologise if I break the rules, but let’s face it the rules are that children shouldn’t die.

Clear and Let Go

One of the parts of today is to have a clear out; well I cleared out our living room last week, made way for a tidier toy corner. Another is to clear out some of my social media.

This.

This time last year, and the year before and the year before; the support from the 2012 project to the very same project today is different. The difference in having people read them, comment and reassure me that our daughter matters, that she is remembered. That we are not alone. The responses have ended up to be none, but I also know that platforms make it difficult to share. And I do know who remembers without being seen.

Social Media and life in general, people want the good bits; when I was initially in the paper a year ago about the book I had written people wanted to know, people I had lost contact with suddenly wanted to speak; people I barely knew wanted to support and be part of the awareness. But now I am just a Mum blogging her way through grief, nothing has changed; I am still post loss. I am still the person I was a year ago. So, I am giving my Facebook, and any other social media a clear out. Not by new friends and acquaintances I have picked up along the way; but those who have become strangers.

People grow apart, that really is life; it is hard; hitting delete on the people who were once like family. But it is normal; people change, people grow, likes and dislikes change.

I think for me I have learned that having such a smaller circle of friends means we can look after each other better, put more trust into one another. In recent years I have found it terribly difficult to trust anyone.

I need to stop punishing myself. I need to find peace.

It is time to let go.

Lyric of In My Veins

Lyrics By Andrew Belle. In My Veins

In My Veins

I’m not going to stop talking about her.

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Capture Your Grief 2017 – Rise And Shine Rituals

Rise and Shine Mourning Ritual.

Living with grief. All I ever wanted to do was to live; I wanted to be able to be free to grieve the way I felt comfortable with, to be allowed to talk about this little girl who lived.

I threw myself into needing to help others, I needed to give the support which we lacked, to make sure no one else felt as alone as we did, it was fairly high in my priorities to do this.

But I think my most important ritual was to keep living, to do more things with the children; to allow them to grieve and share their feelings about the death of their sister. As much as my head wanted to stay in bed for days on end, my heart wanted to keep beating to get me out of bed and live for Melody. She had died her heart had stopped beating; I would have to try and find a way of carrying her in mine.

It has been a difficult process; I have never believed she is with me all of the time, or that she is flying around having fun. I watched as they lowered her in to the ground, no amount of fairy tales for me can ever change that. At least it is like that for the children.

 

Grief

I know now five years six months and one day in, that I do need to take care of myself, I do need to work on my grief. I worried too much about how others were feeling, about protecting their feelings; my early mourning was taken away, I watched as friends needed to have help because THEY couldn’t cope with her death, how family were tired of receiving cards and sympathy messages about the loss of OUR daughter.

The person that I am tried to help mend hearts that were broken, I needed to be strong; I always thought if I was strong then the people around me would know that it is okay to now be okay.

I cried, of course I cried, but I apologised for it too; maybe that is the “British Way”. Who knows?

But I do know that the grief I have for Melody is an incredible learning curve; yet no matter what I do, or how I behave there is no right or wrong answer.

This month I will be a little mindful of myself; adopt new rituals which will help me and my little family.

 

Today, my regular ritual is keeping my heart beating; making the best memories I can for my beautiful children.

 

Melody and Me

 

Day One

Capture Your Grief 2017 – Sunrise

Capture Your Grief

 

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Capture Your Grief Project 2017 By Carly Marie

 

Here we are again, with this annual Capture your grief project; once which I first joined back in 2012.

A project which helps bring the taboo of baby loss to the front of people’s minds, how many of us are effected by the loss of a baby or child.

My project is in memory of Melody, but I will also be mentioning my pregnancy losses too.

Sunrise

There isn’t much of a pretty Sunrise where I am today; there rarely ever is. It is grey and miserable looking out there.

The day she was born, back in February 2012 the sun shone, it was a beautiful spring day from what I could see from my bed. From that day onwards the sun remained until not long after her death; once her “celebration” had finished it rained for pretty much days afterwards.

When we spent days in the town in which her hospital was, we’d walk to the shops I would get sun burnt in March, I was wearing vest tops and flip flops. It seemed bizarre that we had this glorious weather so early on in the year.

 

Days

We have had 2009 sunrises without her, 2009 days where we haven’t kissed her warm face, touched her warm skin, given her a cuddle. Seeing it written down as days, it seems such a long time ago; today it is five years and six months since we walked into the hospital and left different people, yet we hadn’t had surgery or an accident. We had watched our daughter die.

Different

 

Nothing was going to be the same again. Though we didn’t expect how different we would be, how different people would be too. Meeting new friends, losing old friends, this tiny five week old baby had changed everything.

 

Capture Your Grief Sunrise

 

Melody and Me

 

Capture Your Grief 2017.

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Capture Your Grief 2013 Day Twenty Six Community

Day Twenty Six of Capture Your Grief 2013 – Community.
The baby loss community is so important to me,
I feel so proud to know such inspirational families.
To get up in the mornings and smile, is inspirational enough.
and have mentioned before the support I have found within it.
So today I am going to share a piece I wrote for a blog
lossthroughthelookingglass.blogspot.co.uk
I felt this is our community all over

The Secret Superheroes 

I don’t remember chasing a funny white rabbit, 
Neither did I fall down a magical hole;
Entering a dream that is undoubtedly never ending.
The Muggles versus the Wizards.
Superman and Clark Kent.
Bruce Wayne and Batman.
The Mother versus the Bereaved Mother. 
Only the final one didn’t give me Super Powers,
Our poison isn’t as simple as Kryptonite.
And we certainly can’t hide behind a cape and costume.
Like The Superheroes we have to be careful who we reveal our secrets to.
 
We’re not deadly.
But somehow we come across as terrifying
Though we don’t get given a wand 
Or even lessons on how to use our “powers” 
But we’re expected to know how to use them.
Our magical powers is living
With child sized hole in our hearts.
Expected to read minds,
To know who we can speak to, 
How far we can take the conversation. 
Is it easier to say 3 or 4?
Who am I trying to save?
Save people “normals” from the entirety of a pain,
But saving them by raising awareness so they never have to 
Endure this journey.
 
You could say we’re The Avengers 
No two parents’ loss is the same
But we all have the power to save
The strength to break the thick wall of silence
Our magical power is
Breathing
 
xxxxx
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