Name: After Evalyn

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My Plea:

It’s amazing how the world continues to turn in the same moment life has flung you from it. Or how you continue to breathe when your lungs feel like they’ve collapsed. But that is how I felt in the moment I heard the words, “I’m so sorry but there is no heartbeat. Your baby has died.” I felt helpless. I felt like I had completely lost my sense of direction. I felt so incredibly alone. I was 38 weeks pregnant. It was the first official day of my maternity leave. And I’d just been told that my baby girl – Evalyn – would not be coming home.

The loss of a baby leaves you in a very confusing place. I found myself typing questions into Google in the hope of finding answers. I walked around a house full of baby items that would never get used and a painted nursery that Evalyn would never sleep in. I would worry about outwardly showing my grief to friends and family in case I made them uncomfortable. My anxiety would rise each time a stranger casually asked how many children I had. So often I would write all of my feelings into my journals, or poems or songs. It became my self-therapy. But I began to slowly realise that perhaps it wasn’t only myself that needed to read my words. Perhaps others did to?

I started my blog, After Evalyn, to tell the journey of our life after loss. To share my thought processes, my struggles but also to show how hope can be found again in many ways. I wanted to give Evalyn the voice that she never had in life. To raise awareness of baby loss and the challenges that parents and other family members face when they are left with broken hearts and empty arms. I started it so that I could publish my own thoughts and feelings for my family and friends to read because sometimes it is too hard to sit down with a coffee and try to explain every thought process at once. And I started it in the hope of finding others who were missing little ones from their lives. To find support. To lend support. To be there on the good days, the bad days and all the days in-between.

I love writing my blog for my girl. I love writing my poetry for not only her but for all our babies – and every so often I’ll even pick up my ukulele and write a song! We so often hear and say ourselves that this community is never one we would choose to be a part of. No parent should ever have to live without their little ones. But this community is one of strength and support. I feel incredibly grateful that what I write has touched the hearts of others and I am so thankful to be a finalist for this award category as I very much feel that it is something myself and Evalyn have worked on together. I am just a proud mother trying to show the world that it’s alright to speak about our babies. Baby loss shouldn’t ever be a taboo. It is a complex grief and a unique loss. But it needs to be spoken about. No one should ever have to feel alone.

What Others Have Said

I saw her be destroyed to the core and shattered and in my own mind, as a mother, I just couldn’t fathom how she, or they, were ever going to be rebuilt. How do you ‘move on’ from your baby not coming home with you? Can you ever move on?

But she carried on, from Day One Lyndsey was determined to keep Evalyn alive; to make everyone love her (we do), to have memories of her (I do), to make everyone speak of her with love (we do), to know Evalyn (I do), for people to not be afraid to speak of her (I’m not), for people to see her (I do) and for her to live the best possible life she could, even though it was so unfairly snatched from her before she even took a breath. Lyndsey, despite being broken, was going to live for Evalyn and for every single other loss parent that did not yet exist; but whom she knew would, for all of her friends, and for non loss parents who were also knew to this world.