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This memoir is lovingly dedicated to fellow mums who have experienced the profound grief and heartbreak of infant loss.
There is only one baby who fits so perfectly into the empty arms of this mother. And this mother feels terribly alone.
There is a magical bridge for special babies like y
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A Loss Mum's Journal... - Danielle Benedict
Author’s Note
This book is a memoir. It reflects the authors recollection of personal experiences and emotions and is true to their memory. Some events have been compressed, and some dialogue may have been recreated slightly. All characters are real individuals, and those who are named give their permission. The author has been inspired in their writing from online support groups, grief quotes and images, and from fellow loss mums.
A content warning for readers, this book discusses infant loss and includes photos which some may find upsetting.
Every effort has been made to attribute correctly and get permission from copyright holders.
Acknowledgements
I appreciate everyone who has been and continues to be supportive of me in this journey. To those who have surfed the grief waves alongside me, pulling me up for air when I was drowning, and the kind and gentle faces who I will never forget in those painful moments. Olivia-Grace, you have left imprints on many hearts.
A special thank you and recognition to the UK registered charity, ©️Remember My Baby, for capturing some beautiful memories.
And a gracious and forever thank you to the man who co-created the most precious and wanted baby.
How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
A.A. Milne,
The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh
Preface...
I have experienced the worst tragedy and injustice of my life. I say that with confidence, because I simply cannot imagine anything more horrific than the reality that is my life right now. I have lost my baby. I have experienced pain, love, and anger so raw that I see the broken pieces of my mind, heart, and soul looking back at me in the mirror. I have experienced the intense isolation of feeling completely alone, even when surrounded by familiar faces. And because I have experienced this, I know that there are other women out there, somewhere, who are sobbing quietly into their pillows, their tears flowing like a river down the shower drain, smelling the beautiful scent of their child’s clothes, still soft to touch, and smelling so deeply of them. An ongoing battle so fierce, you don’t know how you will ever recover and come out alive. But let me tell you this, Mama: you will survive. Not as the same person, but you will survive and live again. You will breathe again. You will laugh again. You are new. You have known a love so primitive, so passionate, so relentless that you have no option but to survive this, Mama. You will survive, for your angel baby.
I have been writing to you, my little miss, my sweet angel baby, because it doesn’t matter how many minutes you blessed my world with, your memory will last beyond a lifetime. I promised to tell our story, and the journey of our first year living with the grief of losing you. And I need other mothers to know they are not alone. That somehow, we will hold each other, carry each other, drag each other along if we have to, if our hearts and feet are just too heavy on the ground. I need you to know, Olivia-Grace, that you are not alone. Your precious baby body may have left this world, but you are most certainly still living on. You are living on in so many hearts, and I know you are always with me.
OLIVIA-GRACE
It should have been me...
There was a day, not too long ago, when I thought I was going to die. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the overwhelming tones, beeps and alarms of the daytime madness was simply a memory of yesterday’s shift. At 3 a.m. when the quiet and darkness of the NICU lit up my life like an explosion of fireworks, and I looked at your tiny body, foreign with wires and pads, I fell to the floor, sure I was about to die.
But I didn’t die.
You did.
My first baby...
Hypoxic Ischemic Encephalopathy. HIE. No, I had never heard of it before either. For you, a death sentence caused by a starvation of oxygen during labour, damaging your brain beyond repair. A tongue-twister of an injury that I would compulsively research and google when my tired eyes allowed it. Five weeks of intense reading and trying to understand what the hell had happened to my perfect baby girl and her already incredible brain. An injury as complex in nature and consequences as it is difficult to say. I will never forget the look on the doctor’s face, soon after you were born: Brain damage, brain damage... That was all I could hear, through her worried, strained expression. Do you understand me, Dani? … Brain damage, brain damage… Every other word slurred together as though she were talking to me in a foreign language. Brain damage, brain damage…
Well, that’s what happened to you, my little miss. And we still don’t know why. They don’t know why. Maybe you do? Maybe I will never know and maybe that’s okay? I suppose to know why you were taken from me would only magnify the pain you left behind. Because at least this way, I can only try to keep the faith that in some bizarre and unfair twist of fate, this was all meant to happen. That from the minute you were made, your life purpose was to be my angel, forever watching over me. In desperate moments, I find just a little bit of peace believing that.
A beautiful baby girl, and your name is Olivia-Grace. You blessed me with a perfect pregnancy, but at 36 weeks you knew something was wrong, and you had to get out. The memory of the delivery is just a jumbled mess in my foggy brain, coated in fear and terror. A room full of strange faces looking at me, waiting patiently for me to give that last push and you would be outside the safety
of my womb. Safety; what a load of shit. It turns out you weren’t safe, and now neither am I. But in that moment, just before you were born, all I felt was fear. Our bond strengthened then, because I believe that we both instinctively knew something was wrong. The delivery, now, is simply a nightmare incident that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Birth trauma is not something they warn you about at your routine midwife appointments, and my innocent brain had no idea this was even a thing. You came into this world so quickly, I didn’t even acknowledge that my life had changed in every way possible until I looked so hard at you much later in the day, that my eyes hurt. I was in a state of shock and numb from the catastrophic events of the day, not understanding anything that was going on, but snuggled inside a medical incubator my eyes found something precious to fixate on. The first thing I properly noticed were your perfectly formed, sweetest feet. Ten absolutely stunning toes, and long, long feet. You get those feet from your mama. That was the only part of you I was able to hold, the day you were born. My hands were shaking with nerves and anticipation as I ran my fingers over your baby soft skin, finally touching what had been kicking my ribs so passionately over the past few months. A new obsession in my life began that day. I would kiss your feet multiple times a day, from that day forward.
Although I was the one to live, holding you as you put on your angel wings five weeks later, a part of me died alongside you. I don’t know if that part was a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul, my world? Perhaps a combination of all three. All I know is that for a brief time in my life, I felt complete. An inexplicable sense of wholeness. The day you closed your eyes for the last time took away that sense of peace. Only to be replaced with a cold and constant state of emptiness. On that day I became a loss mum
. That void can never be filled. I wouldn’t even attempt to try. Because the piece of me
that went up to heaven with you that day can never be resuscitated. Although, as the days go on, and I find things to distract myself with, and positive things to accomplish, in every other moment and in every other thought, there you are. My little miss that I was so fortunate to meet, to hold, to kiss. I can still smell you, a scent of perfection lingering in the air around me. I’m told that the days get easier. I’m told that time will help to heal a wound so deep it cannot be seen. But the truth is, my little miss... I will never heal. Not completely. Because with every tear, every what if
, every memory, I’m reminded that I am no longer the same person. That you, my perfect baby girl, are no longer with me. And I made a promise to you that I would keep moving forward, that I would bravely and proudly tell your story as I stood in front of grief, wounded and weak but not missing courage, wondering, can grief be both my enemy and my friend? That promise I will honour. You will be my shield, protecting those wounds that can never, truly, be healed.
A letter from your grandma...
Olivia-Grace; To the moon and back…
The day you came into our lives, 26 February 2019. A day that should have been filled with joy was the day our worlds came crashing down around us, and pain unlike anything I have ever