The summer of 2018 is one I’ll never forget. Britain was in the midst of the longest heatwave since the 1970’s, and I was pregnant with my first child. It was a summer spent excitedly preparing for my son’s arrival with only a tinge of FOMO that I couldn’t join my friends drinking Pimms and revelling in this endless summer. I sat in my garden cradling my huge nine-month bump staring at the now parched grass, imagining myself splashing in a paddling pool next summer with my one-year old son. I couldn’t wait to be his mummy and finally have him here. Little did I know that this would be the last normal day of my life.
About me
A blog of learning to navigate through life when the plan doesn’t go to plan. When the unthinkable happened, my home saved me. My passion for creating a home became a lifeline; a way of recovery. Here, I share with you some of my thoughts, my home style and most importantly how this all came to be after the loss of our beautiful baby boy, Teddy. Teddy lived for just three days, his time on this earth may have been short, but his impact has been immense. This is my motherhood.
