When my 6 month old son died, a huge part of me died with him. Regardless of how much time passes, this existential loss will never be any less. What continues to shock me is how many people expect a ‘full recovery’. Expect me to have ‘moved on’. To be thinking about and feeling his loss less. I have made something positive from the worst thing that has happened to me. I’ve taken Thomas’ legacy forward, and I’ve become a paeds nurse. So that I can use my lived experience to give the absolute BEST empathetic care, to families like mine, from someone who REALLY gets it. And I won’t ever make anyone feel the way that I’ve been left feeling today... Why do I share these things? Because it is so important to normalise speaking about death, especially that of a child. Many people are worried to speak about child loss, as it makes people uncomfortable. Every time I post about it, I loose a few followers - showing that people don’t like seeing it. But just think about it this way: On the 28th April 2018, I was a mum of 2 living baby boys. On the 29th April 2018, I was a bereaved parent. One of my children was dead. I had carried his lifeless body into a mortuary. I’d witnessed a moment I could never have dreamt of, where I knew there was no return. I felt his heart stop, and I watched his colour change. In those 24 hours, my whole life changed. Child death does not discriminate. It could happen to anyone… #BereavedMother #ChildLoss #Grief #StudentNurse #FutureNurse #PICUNurse #ChildrensHospice #TogetherForShortLives #ChildLossAwareness #InfantLoss #TMFR #StillBorn