Timehop often makes me smile. But it can still do one…

I’ve had a bit of writer’s block for the last couple of months. Lots of things happening at home that have kept me super busy, although I’ve got about six different blog posts on the go at the moment!

Last week I had highs and lows with Facebook’s ‘On This Day’ feature. What a fun and quirky way to remind yourself of what you were up to this time last year, right? My ‘On This Day’ feature is usually filled with photos of pine cones, rugby shirts and robins. Sometimes it flags up a presentation I did somewhere on baby loss.

Last week it told me it was a year since one of the single proudest moments of my life. This time last year, following a heart to heart with a dear friend of mine, I was privileged to meet her mum and give her an Our Angels memory box for her daughter Michelle, stillborn 42 years earlier.

This really brings it home to me how lucky bereaved parents are in this day and age. That may sound a strange thing to say but it’s true.

Parents thirty, forty years ago got nothing.

They didn’t get bereavement suites or support groups. They didn’t get memory boxes. They didn’t get Baby Loss Awareness Weeks.

They didn’t have charities fighting their corner. They didn’t have midwives helping them make memories. They didn’t get hand and footprints, locks of hair, or photos. Many of those parents didn’t even get to hold their children. Many didn’t name their children.

Even in the last three and a half years, I’ve seen big changes in Harrogate and nationally – hugely important things available now that weren’t available when Henry died:

  • Professional photographers volunteering their time for the incredible charity Remember My Baby
  • Bereavement midwives
  • (Hopefully in the coming weeks) clay kits for hand and foot imprints – available in many other hospitals nationwide but not Harrogate currently.
  • More education for students and professionals in the Yorkshire region.
  • More awareness in society.
  • National NHS drives to reduce stillbirth.
  • New National Bereavement Care Pathways.

But why give a memory box to someone 42 years after their daughter died? Because it MATTERS. My great friend David Monteith (Grace’s dad – Grace was born the same night as Henry) and I did a radio interview and phone-in on BBC Radio Five Live breakfast during Baby Loss Awareness Week in October last year, and some people were calling in who’d lost decades previously. If you’ve got an hour and a half and a family-sized box of tissues, it’s worth a listen by clicking on the link.

Five Live

I sat in the studio listening to these callers and being invited to come back on things they said. I watched as the hugely professional and experienced presenter just barely held it together as these women (and men) talked about their babies, and it struck me – this was perhaps the first time they had EVER talked about their babies outside their immediate family circle.

I could literally hear the weight of decades of buried grief lifting off their shoulders as they talked, because for the first time someone offered them the opportunity to talk about their babies and say THEY WERE REAL.

So that’s why it’s so important for these parents – even the ones that lost many years ago – to have the chance to contribute to phone-ins and receive memory boxes. Because none of these things in isolation will change the world – but they WILL change the world for that person. The lady who called in to that phone-in 32 years after her child died will have been emotionally exhausted for the rest of that day – but she’ll most likely have slept more soundly than she has in decades that night. My friend’s mum receiving a memory box will have made a huge difference to her, even four decades on.

Helping one person

So anyway, back to Facebook’s On This Day feature…this post came through and just reaffirmed to me why I and so many other bereaved parents all over the country spend so much time doing what we do – because it MATTERS.

That was 23rd January 2017. On 24th January 2017, I was at St. Mary’s Hospital in Manchester speaking at a pilot centre evaluation day for NHS England’s Saving Babies Lives Care Bundle, hopefully inspiring these professionals to keep going out and striving to reduce stillbirth rates – because the image above applies here too. Sure, reducing a national rate is vital, but that rate is made up of lots of individuals, and each of those babies is a life in its own right, not just a statistic.

Saving those individual lives won’t change the world (it’ll make a tiny contribution to changing the world). But by heaven it’ll change the world for that family if their baby comes home.

Mcr SBL 2017

Then, after these couple of days of On This Day positive affirmations, BAM. It hit me like a freight train. The thing is, I knew it was coming at some point around now.

I couldn’t remember which day. But I knew it was coming. The period of time every year between late January and late April is like one big online Sliding Doors parallel universe for me each year. It’s the period when I get reminded every year what it felt like to be truly innocent and happy. I nearly wrote ‘ignorant’ but that’s too strong. I just didn’t know what it truly felt like to be hurt. When your baby dies, you learn how it feels to be sad even when you’re happy.

Because 25 January 2014 was the day we announced to the world that Henry was on his way. So every year from late January to late April, Facebook gives me a window into that blissfully unaware period we had where we were simply excited because we were going to become parents – scratch that, because we WERE parents.

Official announcement

Someone even commented “well done on having a scan that actually resembles a baby”. Even at 20 weeks, Henry was perfect.

And so now I brace myself, because for the next three months, I’m going to get regular Sliding Doors looks back into life when a pair of first time parents who simply have no fucking clue what to do or what to buy just concentrate on buying fun stuff.

Henry’s first rugby ball, 30 Jan 2014.

2014 Chris: “Ah look what a fun dad I am going to be!”

2018 Chris: “I was so happy with that purchase. It’s still in the packaging on the shelf in our front bedroom.”

First rugby ball

I know that the Wasps baby grows post will come along. I know that the giant bear posts will come along. And I know that that was a glorious few months in our lives, the last time we were truly happy – utterly unaware that our lives were careering towards the sharpest rocks out there.

And that’s okay. Because it’s all part of the journey. And this most difficult journey fundamentally changes you as a person. Henry’s made me a better person. He didn’t even take a breath and I don’t know what colour his eyes were, but he’s made me a better person. Because he’s taught me what it means to truly love, unconditionally and infinitely. And you start again.

And he’s taught me that I will survive, that I can survive anything. If I can live each day without him here, I can survive anything. This is a key message for anyone reading this whose baby has died: you’ve survived – the fact that you’re still here means you’re a survivor. If you can survive this, you can survive anything.

Survival

What I’ve learnt more than anything is that actually, so many things that I used to think were vital just aren’t. You get a totally different perspective on life, and what becomes important is looking after people and looking out for people. That’s IT. Everything else just supplements that.

Changed, but better

The naïve innocent parts of our journey and the devastating parts of our journey are BOTH part of that. And that’s okay. So it can certainly leave a lump in the throat seeing these things that were going on in your world of excitement before your heart broke into a million pieces. But it also brings just a hint of a smile, perhaps a brief moment of reflection on what might have been.

But they’re all just different parts of the same journey. The combination has made us who we are. Henry has made us who we are. So many parents everywhere talk about their babies, because they desperately want to keep their memory alive – but also because our babies have totally, irrevocably, changed us. As my friend Laura says in her amazing blog After Arthur, “the loss is great, but the love is greater”.

Sometimes, I love On This Day. Often, it reaffirms why I do what I do, what my purpose is – because life isn’t about what we’re doing, it’s about why we’re doing it.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I wish On This Day wouldn’t just jump out on me when I’m not ready for it. Because, proud though I am of Henry and what he and I have achieved since his birth, I just want him here.

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2 thoughts on “Timehop often makes me smile. But it can still do one…

  1. You never fail to say the right thing Chris.
    You’re so right, us parents who have lost a baby are in some ways lucky compared to parents decades ago. We had the privilege to hold our babies, to name them and grieve for them.
    I recall supporting an 80 year old lady at SANDS who didn’t even know where her son was buried. Her husband and family never ‘allowed her’ even talk about him let alone mourn his death.
    It was only after her husbands death did she come to SANDS and speak of her son. We eventually found her sons grave, albeit a mass one, it was there and she could visit, and more importantly grieve and talk about him.
    Even since the birth of Grace in 2001 I have seen an improvement in how stillbirth is dealt with not only by health professionals but society too.
    You’re doing an amazing job.
    Keep it up buddy. X
    In my thoughts xxxx

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  2. So powerful! Howard’s mum had a stillborn baby girl, Lucy over 40 years ago. She never got to hold her or even see her….the damage this caused cannot be put into words. It matters. The work you and others like you do, is amazing, thank you! (Although I now have to do my makeup again!) X

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