Last December I had a traumatic experience, my second child was stillborn.
This was due to a true knot (a knot in the umbilical cord that stops the flow of oxygen). It was an unexpected and unforeseen tragedy.
Immediately after giving birth to my stillborn daughter, I was to discover there found there was little to no support to help me through this horrible time in my life.
At 37 weeks into my healthy pregnancy, one day I woke with no movement. I was told that my baby had died. I was yet to give birth to the daughter I had already name Charlee but suddenly I had to think about funeral arrangements.
For nine long months I had been dreaming of Charlee’s life. Instead I was handed bereavement forms and information packs- telling me what to expect, what to do next, how my relationship would suffer and how others would react to my baby born sleeping.
“Charlee’s Basket was created in her memory.” Image via Instagram.
Nobody sent flowers. Nobody came to lend a hand. My partner did not attend the birth because he simply could not face it. Our seven-year relationship broke down from this experience. In the end the only reason for getting up in the morning was to care for my two-year-old daughter, Lana.