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The Reason and Me

Why would you want to write about depressing things like that? No one is going to read it”- quote from a friend who I pitched my blog to.

My fur baby

My very first post was pretty much straight in there. It felt really good to actually put that out there to the world, being able to be open and honest about my experience and say the words aloud “ my mum died when I was 24 weeks pregnant”. I know it can be hard reading something such as my first post, the world is full of awful things happening to people and sometimes you get bogged down with it all you want to read something happy and fun. I get that. But at some point, something will happen in your life that is all consuming and you will search for anything that helps ease the pain. Although I want to share my experience of losing my mum and coping with the grief, I also want to share my experiences of being a mum without mum ,so not every post will be as heavy as my first one I promise.

There is one overarching reason why I started this blog which I go into in a minute, but before that there is another reason why I started this blog. My mum was a massive part of my life and her passing has taught me that LIFE IS TOO SHORT. I have always loved writing but I’ve never had the confidence to share anything I’ve ever written. I’m very self critical and a bit of a perfectionist so everything I’ve ever written I’ve hidden because I’ve never felt it’s good enough. As my friend so kindly said to me, which I quoted at the top of this post, no one will want to read what I write. So I never did, until now, until life shook me up and made me see things differently. I write for me and because I enjoy it. I write because I loved my mum and I’m not ashamed of my grief or the fact that I miss my mum. I write because I love how you can write one sentence and not know where that sentence will take you.

This is me and my daughter
Me and my daughter

One thing I do want to say is I’m nothing if not honest. I don’t believe in sugar coating things and I will say it how it is. I also want to say that everything I write will be true, nothing will be fabricated and it will all be real and how I’m living it. I’m not here for story telling and here’s why.

When my mum died I spent a large amount of time on my own, I was pregnant and whilst the support from family and friends was amazing everyone goes back to their lives eventually. So it was just me, my puppy and my bump everyday and I can honestly say I have never felt loneliness like it at a time when I probably should have been least lonely because I had a human being growing inside me! I mean how close can you get! Anyway I turned to the internet looking for others who had lost their mums and we’re going through the same thing that I was. Somehow knowing that I wasn’t the only one was comforting in a way and I wanted some sort of guidance on how to get through the pain. I was to be disillusioned because although there was and is an abundance of material, quotes, poems and accounts of grieving for a mum on all internet platforms, not one gave me any comfort because they didn’t resonate with what I was going through. The pages and support where either tailored for young people and children who had lost their mums-not me- or were accounts from older women who had lost their elderly mums-again not .There was a large amount of material on those who had suffered terribly and for a long time before their death-not my mum, it was sudden and oh so unexpected. There were accounts of people who had lost their mums but many years before they had children or many years after they had children. I could not find anything or anyone who had experienced what I had and that made me feel even lonelier. Surely I’m not the only woman in the world who has lost their mum whilst being pregnant?

So here I am writing about my experience in the hope that someone who has, may be or may in the future, experience what I did and will find this blog and feel a little less lonely.

Here I am writing for anyone who has ever lost the very anchor to their being and is looking for someone who understands what they’re going through.

Here I am writing for those who need to know that there is someone right here right now living it with you.

Here I am x

First Birthday Without You

Another first has come around after the passing of a loved one. How do you celebrate a loved ones birthday when they are no longer here?

Happy Birthday Mum

Yesterday was my mums first birthday without her, another first reached, and she would have been 60 years old this year, a big one! One thing that struck me most when I first lost her was why could other people have their mums until they were 60 but my mum couldn’t even make it to 60?I felt such intense jealousy of those women and as awful as this sounds ,I would look at people older than my mum and ask why are you still here and she’s not?

Yesterday was a strange day. Friends and family had been asking me all week whether I wanted to do anything to mark the occasion, whether I wanted to be around people or left alone or whether I wanted to just let the day pass. I didn’t know what I wanted to do and I certainly didn’t know how I should celebrate or mourn the day, I couldn’t make a decision. I actually felt quite pressured to do something and was worried if I didn’t that people would think I didn’t care. I tried to channel my mum and ask “ what would she want me to do” but I came up blank. I don’t know what she would have wanted me to do because we never ever talked about the prospect that one day we would be permanently separated. I suppose we did what we all do and surpress our own mortality believeing that we will live forever and it will never happen to us. My mum dying had always been my biggest fear and yet at the same time I never really believed it would happen, that was in part what was so shocking of her passing.

I decided that the best way for me to celebrate the day was to spend the day with my husband and daughter and take it as it came. I never know how I’m going to feel on these anniversary days and rather than put pressure on myself to act a certain way, I would rather just see how I felt and act accordingly. I am so lucky in that I have the most amazing husband to love and support me, if I’d have said “on my mums birthday I want to sit and scream” he’d have said “ok whatever you need”. I didn’t want to sit and scream thankfully, I just wanted to do as we do on any Sunday; walk our first baby ( our fur baby), have lunch at a pub and sit on the couch for the afternoon eating chocolate and playing with our second daughter (human baby). And that’s exactly what we did. We also bought some flowers to plant if I was feeling up to it as my mum loved her garden but the weather had other ideas for us on this one. My mum passing taught me more than anything to love those who you have now while you can and that’s what I chose to do on her birthday.

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die”-Thomas Campbell

There were a couple of points in the day were the tears fell but that’s ok it was to be expected. I’ve learned to embrace my grief because where there is grief there is love. At the end of the day I sat with my husband and openly cried, I felt so guilty for having not made a big fuss of her birthday. I started to think I should have done a big party or I should have done some huge commemorative gesture and that the fact that I didn’t do those things must mean that I’ve forgotten her. I have days like these were I panic grieve I call it, were I get it into my head that I should be doing things a certain way or feeling a certain way and that if I’m not means I’ve forgotten her and I don’t love her. My husband always brings me back to the earth and helps me realise that there is no right or wrong way to grieving, there’s no right or wrong way to celebrating any anniversary firsts and that the fact I remember my mum everyday is what really matters. I am my mum in so many ways and as I long as I live she does to.

So Mum Happy Birthday wherever you are.



Becoming a mum without a mum

“I was her angel, now she’s mine”


Becoming a mum is probably up there as one of the biggest life events in any woman’s life, in fact it’s bloody massive isn’t it, you’re solely responsible for this tiny human being and the person you look to for help and guidance is your mum. After all you’re still alive so she did something right. But what do you do if your mum is no longer there?

The one thing that I wanted for my mum and me when I found out I was pregnant with my first child was to give her the opportunity to be totally involved, to be a part of those everyday moments that she missed with my niece. You see I believe that when a son has a child it is his girlfriend, wife, parter (delete as applicable) mother who has the VIP all round access to every aspect of the pregnancy, the birth and the oh so wonderful fourth trimester. Now I’m not saying this is true for everyone but for my brother is was the case. I wanted my mum in the delivery room much to my husbands dismay, I wanted my mum with me a couple of times a week because moving in was just a big no for my husband, he did put his foot down in that one. I wanted my mum and my daughter to have a better relationship than me and my did and we had a pretty amazing one. I had this picture of what the three of us would be together but fate had a different idea.

At 24 weeks I was settled into the second trimester, the morning sickness had gone, thank the lord, and I was eating and exercising again. I was still at work full time but planned to take a month annual leave before my maternity started so I could spend this time resting and getting ready for my daughter to make her debut appearance. If I’m being completely honest I wanted to lie on my mums couch and be waited on hand and foot because man alive I was tired. I was anxious about the birth and something going wrong, I was anxious about my ability to be a mum but I didn’t feel I had to worry too much becuause after all I had my mum by my side she would make sure everything was fine, that’s how it had always been. On Friday 17th August 2018 I went to work as usual, nothing about this day struck me as being different or that this was to be the worst day of my life. I received a phone call from my Dad at work, I didn’t recognise his number initially or who it was on the phone telling me that I needed to come home because my mother had died. “ What?” I remember saying in completely disbelief and then what had been said to me came rushing to clarity in mind and my knees gave way. I fell to floor clutching me bump and wailed “no”. The noise I made was of pure and absolute heartbreak, the love of my life, my precious mum, had left me and gone somewhere where for the first time in my life I could not follow. And what shocked me most of all was that not a sound was made as she passed away, the silence of her no longer being here was absolutely deafening. I always thought that if someone you loved more than your own life passed away you would know, something would shift in your world and you would just know but it doesn’t, I had absolutely no idea.

My mum died suddenly and unexpectedly from a sudden cardiac arrest, she didn’t know and neither did we. She had gotten up that morning as usual and gone about her business but she was not to see the end of the day she had planned. Initially after her death I could not even think about having a baby. If I am being completely honest I did not want to have my daughter at all and that wasn’t because she wasn’t wanted but I wanted my daughter to stay where she was because if my mum didn’t get the chance to meet her then I didn’t want anyone else to. I also didn’t want to have my daughter because that would ultimately mean that things were no longer the same as when my mum was alive, time would have moved on and that signifies that my mum was no longer part of my present or future but would have to remain permanently in my past. I felt like I was betraying her by even thinking about the future, a future where she wasn’t in it. I was s frightened about how I would welcome my little girl, she and my mums death where to forever be linked and I was worried that I would forever associate her with this. Every year that my daughter aged would also represent the number of years without my mum and I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to differentiate between the two. I felt guilty for thinking this way but I couldn’t help it, grief makes you think some strange things.

For a good few weeks after her death I attended my antenatal appointments merely as a passive participant, I knew I would have my daughter but I just couldn’t think about it just yet. I was so scared of being alone after I gave birth because I had always planned to spend the majority of my maternity leave with my mum and that we would look after my daughter together. Now what was I going to? How could I be a mum without a mum? Who was going to guide me and show me how to do things? Who could I turn to for help? Who was going to look after me when things got tough and give me a break? There was no way I was qualified to look after a child, that’s what mum’s did and I had yet to see myself as a mum. And whilst I went over this daily the overarching point of it all was that my mum would never get the opportunity to meet her granddaughter and I was devastated. I will forever feel angry on her behalf because she couldn’t have been more excited to meet her, my mum loved my daughter before me. And it worked both ways, my daughter had been deprived of her only grandmother. They say you can’t miss something you never had-yes you can! I was grieving not only for everything I had lost but also the future I was never going to have with my mum and daughter and that would never have together.

As time got nearer to my due date family and friends started buying things for my daughter and all I could think about was how my mum couldn’t do that anymore, people were getting excited to meet her and again all I could think about was how my mum never would. I would be out shopping and I would see mums and daughters together and I’d think how I will never have that opportunity again. It was talking to my husband about this one day that would be the turning point for me. I told him about seeing other mums and daughters together and how I wouldn’t be able to do that ever again and he replied “yes you will except this time you will be the mum”. I hadn’t thought about it like that before and it was from this point that I began to think about the future with my daughter and as a mum who she needed.

I went in to labour spontaneously at 36 weeks and gave birth to a health little girl, 12 weeks after my mums passing. We had already named our little girl after my mum and on the Monday before she died I had spoken to my mum about a name I liked which she loved, that was the last name we ever spoke about so it seemed like a perfect choice. My mum didn’t get to meet my daughter but she did get to name her at least. My daughter is the most amazing thing to have ever happened to me and it’s strange to say that last year was the absolute best and worst year of my life. All the fears I had about associating my daughter with my mums death were unfounded, she is something completely different in her own right and she has given me a very much needed light in a particularly dark time in my life. I will never understand why it is my mum and daughter could not be together but my daughter has gone someway to healing the pieces of my broken heart. It has been 10 months since my mum passed away now and although I still cry at least once everyday my daughter gives me a thousand and one reasons to smile. This year of firsts has been bittersweet, first Christmas without my mum but the first Christmas for my daughter, first birthday without my mum but as a mum, first Mother’s Day without a mum but as a mum and the year sent finishd yet.

I am no longer worried about bein a mum without a mum because I now realise that she taught me everything I needed to know (and google but that’s another blog post stay tuned) and I model myself on her as a parent. Her being the best mum to me means I can be the best mum to my daughter.