It takes a Village…

"It takes a village" is an African proverb meaning that in order to raise a child one cannot just do it alone, one needs an entire community to help and guide the parents and the child. I was thinking about how true this was the other day and thinking how it also takes a village... Continue Reading →

And then it hits you…

We have just been camping for the weekend. We love camping. Joe and I went camping quite a lot before we had children and we took Dylan camping when he was about a year old. We took Eilys "glamping" in a Yurt and we have taken Evan a couple of times. I love how free... Continue Reading →

Saying Goodbye

Today is the last day in my hard month. June 12th to July 7th are the hardest time for me throughout the year. Today it is 2 years since Eilys' Funeral. I haven't really spoken about the funeral itself before, I don't really. But I wanted to blog about it to mark the day. I... Continue Reading →

This Year

This has taken me a long time to write. January is a tough month for people. New beginnings aren't always welcome and saying goodbye to the old year can be hard. I tend to feel really flat in the gooch week between Christmas and New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve is my Mum's birthday so... Continue Reading →

One Year…

One year 12 months 52 weeks 365 days 8760 hours 525600 minutes ...is a long time. It feels like forever and also like no time at all since Eilys was here. But today marks a year since she died. It is an anniversary I have been dreading. This year has been so hard to get... Continue Reading →

Wear Purple For Eilys Day

Today is 12th May which means it is 1 month until what should have been Eilys' 2nd Birthday. I wasn't looking forward to this anniversary at all. But her birthday was such a lovely day. We had a big party. She was surrounded by most of the people who loved her. It was a great... Continue Reading →

A New Normal 

After Eilys' diagnosis and then after she died I was painfully aware that to a lot of people that would become my tagline. "Oh that's Emma... you know the one who has the terminally ill baby" or "Emma... Emma whose baby died". I didn't want that to be the case and I certainly didn't want... Continue Reading →

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