I have always had a plan. You know, one of those plans where you have the perfect future in 5 years time. The plan where you get married, get a great job and have two, maybe three children and live happily ever after (I would include buying a house in this, but let's face it, that went out the window a long time ago). None of this plan involved being a bereaved mother by the age of 26, or any age for that matter.

 

I'm certain that this has been the case for many. Our world very rarely even acknowledges that baby loss happens, so when it does happen it is a massive shock. Not just for the parents who are now living an unimaginable pain, but also their friends and family who have never experienced this type of loss before and are now feeling completely lost in how to support their grieving loved ones.

They say ignorance is bliss and they are right, I would do anything to go back to being blissfully unaware of the cruel reality surrounding baby loss. I don't want to scare you but this needs to be shared, because in reality, whilst you may never be directly affected (and I truly hope you never are), someone you know will be, or has been already, whether they choose to share their story with you or not. 

I want to share Berty's story for many reasons. I know it might make you feel uncomfortable, but you won't ever feel as uncomfortable as the parent who has lost their baby, who lives this reality everyday. They deserve and need the support of those around them, and just maybe, by taking some time to learn and recognise the impact of baby loss, we can stop people feeling so alone.