In the
first year of Amelia's life and death, as I processed everything that happened in the 24 hours between "I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat" to us
leaving the hospital without our daughter, I realised that I was lucky to have the memories and keepsakes
that our midwives and doula helped create. At least I had something...
Still, as I walked the path of grief,
a lot of things were missing, Amelia was missing.
In the
second year of Amelia's life and death, I met two families who were walking
their first year of grief. As we shared stories of our stillborn
children, born at term in three different hospitals of one city, we realised
how it was luck that decided what we
got and what we missed during the precious last moments with our babies and the
events that followed.
It was also luck that
brought us together, yet we felt anything but lucky.
Over
coffee, lunch meetings, potlucks and walks in the park we decided something had
to be done. We knew there was a gap in services, understanding, and awareness
of stillbirth and we wanted to make sure parents walking in our footsteps will
have less regrets and more memories.
This is how Still Life Canada was born.
With
love,
Amelia's
Family


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