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Every little life matters and deserves to be celebrated
I created this page for Say Their Name Day to raise funds for Sands and Red Nose so they can continue their important work supporting bereaved families across Australia.
If you can support my fundraiser, you will be helping to bring care and comfort to families when they need it most.
Every dollar raised helps support bereaved families by making sure every family has access to the information and networks they need to move forward and rebuild their lives, now and in the future.
That means timely access to information resources, an understanding voice on the end of the phone, and an ongoing connection with other families through support groups and remembrance activities.
So please, help me raise much-needed funds to ensure every bereaved family has access to the support they need, for as long as they need it.
Thank you.
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36hrs
Saturday 13th MarFor 36hrs I was consciously aware that my womb had become the tomb that carried my dead son. For 36hrs I was consciously aware that my body held life & death within it. For 36hrs I had to process how my life was about to change in unimaginable ways & I decided that I was going to make the most of my time with Bodhi while I could.
I remember sitting on the edge of the operating table, curled over a pillow waiting for my spinal to be put in, holding onto George who was working in theatres. We quietly spoke while everyone got ready. He told me how sorry he was that Bodhi had passed and shared with me how he & his wife survived the loss of one of their children. He smiled and looked me in the eyes and asked how I was feeling to which I replied ‘excited’. Not the response you would expect to hear in this situation so I elaborated. ‘I’m excited I get to meet my son soon. That’s what’s been helping me get through. That’s what I’m looking forward to’.
It seemed kind of serendipitous that George and I met that day. This kind gentle soul who was about to witness the birth of my sleeping angel, who had survived losing his own living child, carried my grandfathers name. The name I bestowed onto Bodhi to carry as his own. Bodhi George Martin.
For 36hrs my body held life and death. They say death is a process, not a moment and I have never felt this more than I did in those 36hrs and the following days. A process of realisation of just how fortunate I had been, just how devastating your loss would be but also the realisation of the immense joy you would bring. In the moment of your birth I became whole, complete, and then in an instant I was missing my greatest piece.
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