If you know me in real life and have found this blog, please honour my wishes and don't read on. I need this place to freely write my feelings to help me to heal and if you're reading, I'll censor myself. I have no way of knowing who is reading so all I can do is trust you to honour my wishes. Thank you.

(this doesn't apply to any of my fellow mums of angels I've been lucky enough to meet in real life)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

A Wedding

I was a bridesmaid for one of my best friends in the weekend. The wedding was fantastic and so much fun but one thing keeps reoccuring to me. I saw lots of people I haven't seen in years (like the 10 years since we finished university) and so had lots of conversations about what we'd been up to. I'd talk about Max and sometimes they'd ask 'just the one' and I'd say 'yeah' and change the subject. It started at my friend's hens night on the Thursday and just carried on. I'm not sure why - normally I do bring up Matilda but it just didn't feel like the place given it was my friend's huge happy occasion (and they've been through a lot as well). I don't feel uncomfortable with it the way I would have a year ago.

It was the first time I'd been away from Max overnight and it was two nights. He's 14 months and was fine without me (in fact he didn't seem that excited to see me again when we came back). But all the conversations made me think about Matilda more than him if that makes sense. How is it on my first time away from my baby I spend more time thinking about the one I never left but yet we spend our lives apart.

And grief came rushing at me in places I just didn't see coming. It was a church wedding and the last time I saw a priest performing a ceremony was Matilda's funeral. I didn't think about this until the moment she said, 'let's pray'. And then it all came back at me.

Beautiful photos of the bride sitting on the lakefront under a rainbow that had appeared bought the grief back.

Some people I spoke to would have known about Matilda but the bride's mum bought her up and I was so grateful because as we know, people never do.

But mostly there was laughter, love, and gratefulness for my family and friends.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Worst Day of my Life

This time two years ago, we'd learnt our little girl was very very sick and it just got worse and worse. I can't believe we had to watch our baby slip away from us and all the best doctors and medical help couldn't save her.

It feels strange to be going about my life as normal today but otherwise I think I just sit here and relive that awful day and cry.

Matilda - I love you and miss you and I'll be thinking about you today but that's nothing new, I think about you every day.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Butterflies and Elephants

My neighbour gave me a card and it made me cry. Sophia (her four year old) told her Matilda is in heaven chasing butterflies and elephants. I hope so.

Two years ago she was here and alive for what now seems like the blink of an eye.

Saturday, October 29, 2011


Happy Birthday my precious baby girl. We love you and miss you every single day. I wish you were here waking us up early this morning and we could give you presents and cake. Instead we'll take your brother out and look for you in the sun and the sky and everything else that's around us.


Monday, September 26, 2011

Two Very Different First Birthdays

Last week was Max's first birthday - there was cake, laughter, lots of friends, and everything I always dreamed of. I just wish we'd been able to have that sort of celebration for Matilda instead of tears and hiding ourselves away from the world and wishing the day away.

Just before Max's first birthday I unexpectedly became a friend's labor support partner. I actually coped better than I thought I would especially when there started to be a lot of decels just before the delivery. Though I was anxiously watching the monitor to see the heart rate come back up after each one.

The next day the emotion all caught up with me and I cried in the shower and my heart broke all over again for those of you that have labored with stillborn babies or have had that estatic moment of delivery quickly change to heartbreak and devastation. Even with all we went through in losing Matilda, I can barely fathom what that must have been like for all of you.

Monday, August 22, 2011


I don't cry as much now - for a long time there were at least some tears everyday but not now. But as Matilda's birthday approaches for the 2nd time, the tears are closer to the surface.

Our health fund was bought out recently and new cards were sent to us. They were in my maiden name so we needed new ones which was expected. What wasn't was seeing '3 Baby 30/10/2009'. Because Matilda's life was so short there weren't many things to remove her from but almost two years down the track, our health fund obviously still thought she was alive. I emailed them about the name change and the fact Matilda had died and we now had another baby to add to the fund. A couple of days later, three letters turned up in the post. One to me, my DH, and Miss Baby Taylor. The first two had our new cards with Matilda removed and Max added. The third stated the start and finish dates of Miss Baby Taylor's policy. It hurt - no one ever imagines they'll be removing a child from the family affairs. I was going to through out the old cards but I couldn't and instead put them in Matilda's memory box - we've got so few things that acknowledge she was here and alive and part of our family.

The first Melbourne Cup ad's have started appearing - it's the 1st of November this year (first Tuesday of the month every year) but it will always be linked with the day Matilda died. Just before we went down the nursery early in the morning she died and found out things were really bad, we were sitting watching the Melbourne Cup lead up while I pumped. While my daughter had started dying.

Remembering Hope and overjoyed to hear of Juliet's safe arrival.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


When Matilda died and getting through a day felt like an impossible task I didn't think about what it would be like almost two years down the track - I couldn't fathom making it to here. And here I am and the pain can still come from nowhere, take my breath away, and have me in tears.

'Before' seems like so long ago now. Today a song came on the radio that was big the summer before our wedding. Only just over 2 years ago but the person I was then just seems so young and unhurt looking back. It made me cry.

Baby girl we still miss you as much as ever. Mummy xx

Sunday, May 1, 2011

18 Months

Yesterday you should have been 18 months old. Today I looked around the park and wondered what you would have looked down. I'll never know and always wonder. I don't know how many ways there are to say it but I love you and miss you and always. My sweet baby girl Matilda. Love your Mum.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

'I kept myself alive'

My favourite columnist in our paper wrote about
grief last week. One paragraph jumped out at me:
Oates' book ends with a chapter headed The Widow's Handbook, which reads in its entirety: "Of the widow's countless death-duties there is really just one that matters: on the anniversary of her husband's death the widow should think I kept myself alive."

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Time and Pictures

Two years ago I was in my first ever 2WW and it ended with the positive pregnancy test that started me on this journey. It seems like so long ago I was that innocent and hopeful person.

I don't really have anything new to say, for the most part the joy that Max brings me consumes my day and my life is wonderful. But sometimes (like now listening to a song from my SIL's wedding when I was pregnant with Matilda) the pain hits all over again and I'm in tears. A lot of the time I struggle to believe this actually happened to us - that I really do have my daughter's ashes sitting on my bedside table. I was reading Glen Hall's (an Australian footballer) article the other day about holding, kissing, bathing, and dressing his stillborn son with tears streaming down my face and thinking 'how heartbreaking' and then it hit me, we have the same story and it's just as heartbreaking.

I've been seeing some beautiful and brave pictures from my friends lately and realised I've never shared any. Here's my beautiful little girl.

Monday, February 7, 2011

A Different Life

I've been meaning to tidy up our bookcase for ages but I didn't realise just how long. I started today and I obviously haven't been through it since I had Matilda. It's made me realise just how stressed I must have been during my whole pregnancy because I spent pretty much all my time at home and I still didn't get around to it.

I found some photos from my SIL's wedding when I was 26 weeks pregnant - after the awful 20 week scan and following days but before the BWS diagnosis. There's a photo of me sitting on the couch after having my hair and make-up done but before I'm dressed. I'm smiling and cradling my stomach as pregnant women do. I look at these photos and think 'Matilda was alive and kicking in there'. It seems like a different life.
We've just been on our first holiday to NZ with Max and it was wonderful. For the most part my life looks like any other Mum's with a four month old. But most days there's a quiet moment where I wonder what life would be like with a 15 month old girl and cry. Then I wipe my tears away and go back to the wonderfulness that is everyday life now. I guess that's just how it is now and always will be.
Sometime during my pregnancy I started following a blog that wasn't a babyloss blog. Last week Grace arrived far too early at 22 weeks. If you've got a moment, please send Katie some love.