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Little Daffodils

Little Daffodils – Birthday Packages

Birthdays are happy occasions; days to treat the ones you love to a special day. A celebration of love and a new age, watching their faces on their very first birthday as they watch the balloons float around the room. Piles of presents, with beautiful wrapping paper which will be torn in seconds.

The first birthdays of adulthood, 18th birthdays, 21st even as you get to the later birthdays they are a celebration worth having – especially when you have children.

Un-Birthday

Then there are the babies and children who never get to grow up, some never take a breath while others stopped growing when their hearts stopped. Some may have reached a birthday or two, while others just miss them. Even after their hearts stop, they still have birthdays most have registered dates. They are still very much remembered on these dates; by family and friends birthdays are significant for almost everyone.

With this in mind, the babies and children won’t get to receive birthday presents, some are silently remembered. Little Daffodils I set up isn’t just a face to face support group, it now offers a special package to all families who have lost a baby and child with a special birthday.

These children deserve to have acknowledgement.

The package is only small but is a little gesture to let families know they aren’t alone.

There is a little card, a tea light for missing candles on a cake; a little butterfly and a crystal rainbow maker, to give some colour on the darker days. All inside a little box.

You can add your birthday details to the little daffodils email address.

 

We will also roll these out to parents who have lost much older and adult children too. It is just a small gesture to know that you are being thought of, around such a difficult time.

Little Daffodils Birthday Packages

Little Daffodils

Melody and Me

Memories. The Weather

The weather is always a big conversation opener, particularly at the moment whilst we have the snow – being in the South West of England, it is the first time since 2013 that we have had any snow to actually speak of. I was pregnant then, with Melody’s little sister, the year before I was pregnant with Melody.

There was snow annually; I remember not wanting to go out in case I slipped – something I have done a lot in the snow; I didn’t want to risk hurting my unborn baby. I remember looking forward to our new baby’s first experience of snow how she would react, lots of wonder.
She never got to see the snow, but the following year I was pregnant again unable to risk the snow again; fearful of making those magical snowy plans.

The winter always reminds me of her, as she was alive and a fully expected baby; it was exciting; which is exactly how it should be when you have a growing bump.
We do obsess with the weather as a nation, most often it does bring people together; where the snow reminds me of her pregnancy; it also brings some memories of her life on the opposite scale.

Heatwave

In the year that she was born – 2012, the whole time she was born we had the most amazing weather, an unusual weather for the time of year (February-April). It would be the hottest March on record. The day she was born was a glorious sunny day, I could remember just being able to see what the weather was doing through the window from my bed; I wish I had taken pictures of our surroundings that day; it makes up part of her life.

The Spring had come early that year; I guess that is why we associate Daffodils as her flower.
There were days when we had to be away from the hospital – often at their request, we’d walk into town which is a fair walk away, particularly when you have had major surgery, often without a cloud in the sky it was beautiful blue skies for days on end, we could sit in the hospital grounds to enjoy the sunshine. I wore vest tops and flip-flops; whilst my husband had his sandals; it was hard to imagine that I even got sunburnt in March.

Apparently, it is such a rare occurrence (at least according to weather records); I always enjoy associating the heat wave with her life, she was able to feel the sun on her face a couple of times too whilst she was out having a cuddle; I am glad she did. It made our visits easier; it helped us to be able to find space away from the building.

It rained on the day of her funeral, just as we began her celebration – it then became the wettest Summer on record.
These little memories are a big deal; these are the nicer ones.

memories the weather