Knowing what to say

Since we found out about the pregnancy problems we faced, the support we have received has been brilliant. This ranges from the kind thoughts of friends to the care of the NHS.

Following Tilly’s departure, we’ve also been pointed in the direction of organisations that support parents in our circumstances, such as Sands (the still birth and neonatal death charity).

I’ve read a lot of leaflets and other information from Sands, and it’s all been useful. It’s ranged from the practical (securing birth and death certificates and arranging a cremation service) to the emotional.

However, it can feel overwhelming trying to take this information in, not least as it comes so quickly after a traumatic and emotionally draining event. However, one piece of information struck a chord and has stuck with me throughout. That is, to not take offence by the things that people say.

It’s a small point, but it’s invaluable. It’s invaluable because you quickly realise that people don’t know what to say. You know this for two reasons – one, because they often tell you and two, because nor do you.

But the very fact that people point this out shows you that they care.

If people do say something that doesn’t feel quite right; that hits a raw nerve, you know that they’re unlikely to be doing it deliberately. In my case, I tend to be thankful that they’ve reached out.

And ultimately, unless they’re downplaying the situation Charlotte and I have been through, it’s unlikely to offend us.

A month on from the death of my daughter, what I can say is that you do want your friends to get in touch, you don’t mind if they don’t know exactly what to say, and you certainly don’t mind if they ask how you are.

This is because talking definitely does help. It helps me cope with the grief, it helps me understand how I am feeling and coping, and most importantly, it ensures that Tilly continues to be remembered.

But as for an answer to the ‘how are you feeling’ question – I’ll get back to you when I work that one out.

My reading for Tilly

Tilly’s funeral on Friday was a success – if that’s the right word. To be honest, it’s hard to know what to say, and it’s hard to find the right word or phrase. ‘Went well’ doesn’t seem quite right, ‘nice’ and ‘happy’ don’t reflect the sadness of the event and ‘ok’ is too lacking in emotion.

The service was hard but felt heartfelt. This was followed by an afternoon tea in Ennerdale, which saw people smiling and chatting, despite the circumstances.

I gave a reading at the service, and I wanted to share a copy of the words I wrote for my daughter. I hope you like them.


Today we say goodbye.

We only held you for a matter of minutes, but it took only a fraction of those to feel a love all-encompassing, a love unequivocal, and a love as strong as you.

Your mummy and I know just how lucky we were to have you in our lives, even though this time was so short.

We know now, that we will take you with us, wherever we go and wherever life takes us. And we know that this will keep us strong, as you watch over us in the days, weeks and years to come.

Right now, we’re so very sad – the sky is a little darker and our lives are a little less full.

We all know that if babies survived on love alone, then you would have made it to a ripe old age. But sadly that is not how the world works. I wish I wasn’t standing here now, reading these words, without you by our sides.

Instead, we will use the memories we have of our time with you; of feeling your breath on our cheeks, of holding your tiny, perfect hands in ours, of your rosy red lips and of your hands and arm resting against your face as they were in the womb.

We’ll take these memories of your beauty and your strength and we’ll cling to these to help us reach the end of every single day.

And we know that, over time, these memories will make the days appear that little bit brighter again.

While you might not be with us in person on these occasions, we know you will always be there in spirit.

So today, we must say goodbye.

TIlly. We always loved you, and we always will.


Love from Mummy and Daddy.

Happy Father’s Day

Today is Father’s Day.

I won’t lie, beyond buying a card and arranging a gift for my dad, I didn’t think about it at all. However, I woke to a couple of messages from friends and family wishing me a happy day or telling me they were thinking of me.

It was only at this point that I realised I, of course, am a new member of that club. The realisation that I am a member, but will never be able to share it with my daughter was a sobering one.

The best part of our short time with Tilly was being able to cradle her close to us, showing her just how much we loved her. We were lucky enough to have the time to take some pictures, to give us a record of this period.

One of these images, along with a personalised card, was Charlotte’s choice of Father’s Day gift for me. I don’t think I’m overstating it to say that this was the best present I could have received, and it will take pride of place at my bedside.

We’ll never forget Tilly, and we’ll use moments and occasions like today to give our own tributes. I feel sure that doing this will help us get through anniversaries and poignant occasions a little more easily.

It’s been a teary start to the day, but a happy one.

Happy Father’s Day to my own dad, Billy. I know that he’s felt our pain over the last few weeks, yet has stayed strong. I appreciate this more than he might realise.

Nothing but love.

The day(s) we say goodbye

Today is my daughter’s funeral.

That’s a sentence you never want to write.

Of all my experiences in life so far, saying goodbye to me daughter, has to be the worst. In fact, I really, genuinely hope that I don’t have to go through another thing as difficult and painful as this.

And the worst thing is, we’ve already done it once.

We were lucky (another choice term), when Tilly left us, because she was able to stay with us, in our hospital suite, for a couple of days, whilst Charlotte recovered from her surgery.

However, once this had happened, and we were preparing to leave, a dark cloud appeared. It grew with every minute as we got nearer to being discharged, knowing that she couldn’t leave the hospital with us.

As the moment neared, Charlotte and I both got choked up, and tried to busy ourselves with the mundane, before going back to spend precious moments with Tilly.

We were eventually given an option – to leave the suite, and Tilly, or to have Tilly taken from us. We chose the latter of the two – it literally felt like the better of two evils not to leave her in the room on her own.

With that, we left.

And having done that, and having slowly got over it, we go again.

I have no idea how the ceremony will go. All I can say is that I plan carry Tilly into the service, and I also plan to say a few words about just how beautiful, strong, amazing and perfect our daughter was.

I can’t say whether I will be able to do either of these.

But for Tilly, I will try my best.

Time to kill

When we arrived at Newcastle, Charlotte was admitted to ward 34, in the Leazes maternity wing. This is a dedicated ward for people with pre-natal maternity challenges.

This is a fantastic place full of friendly staff, who are trying to help women through a whole manner of different pre-birth challenges. They do this with kindness, understanding and compassion.

The nature of the ward means that fathers are allowed to be there a lot of the time – barring a two hour slot at lunchtime, so the pregnant women can get some rest.

For a week, I had the challenge of finding something to do between 12pm and 2pm, when the ward was closed off. The choice of staying in the hospital and having another Costa, wasn’t always appealing.

For the first couple of days, I would wander the city, and as the weather was glorious, it almost felt pleasant. Until I remembered why we were there.

As our visit wasn’t entirely planned, I was also able to pick up some new clothes for Charlotte and I, to get us through our time away. During this time I’d tend to stop for a coffee and lunch, and possibly even a glass of wine.

After two days, I realised this wasn’t going to be something I should continue – both from a financial point of view and for the benefit of my own health!

Instead, I joined a gym! More about that, and the two visits I managed before things changed, in a future blog.

Hospital signage

You’ll find that some of my new blog posts are serious, and some are more light-hearted. They won’t be chronological, and they might well appear random. But what they represent are some of the thoughts and observations that struck me during the month.

When Charlotte’s waters broke, we knew it wasn’t great news. She was only 24 weeks’ pregnant, and we knew that our baby, our Tilly, would be unlikely to survive such an early labour.

Our local hospital, the West Cumberland in Whitehaven, quickly and sensibly transferred us to the Royal Victoria Infirmary in Newcastle, where our consultant is based. This is where we spent the best-part (best couldn’t be a less suitable word) of the next two weeks.

There are a few things worth knowing about the RVI:

1) It’s a very good hospital, and it has a specialist fetal/foetal medicine department, which is one of the best in the country

2) It’s a very large hospital with a dedicated maternity wing. This ward is quite some distance from both the main entrance and the multi-storey car park – i.e. anywhere I’d ever be coming from!

As a result of 2), my step count each day we were in the hospital tended to be impressive. I became a dab hand at knowing the quirks of the hospital and its navigation. These include things like wings only being connected on certain levels, needing to find a hidden staircase, and others.

Walking these routes meant I also had lots of time to take note of the signage. As you’d expect in a busy hospital – it needs to be clear and unambiguous. By and large they achieve this through consistent design, typefaces and colours (blue for the Leazes/maternity wing, black on yellow for the eye hospital, and so on).

I say by and large, because I spent quite a considerable amount of time pondering why the typeface on the signage is almost always Arial/Helvetica or similar, barring a few signs near to A and E which use the London Underground font.

On a similar note, the spelling of fetal occasionally had an added o.

As I say, walking the hospital each day gave me a lot of time to think!

The only man in the room

Hello everyone.

As you’ll notice, I’ve not blogged for some time. Previously, I largely blogged about my weight-loss journey (I’ll let you know if I ever find the right route for this), and the name of the blog reflected the gender-balance at weight-loss groups.

I’ll likely blog about this again in the future, but now I want to write about something else in my life – my recent experiences of maternity services. These blogs will be written through the eyes of a grieving father, but I hope that I can find some light amongst the darkness. The name still feels fitting given the gender-split of staffing within the amazing maternity services we experienced.

I hope you will find the blogs interesting, and possibly insightful, if you are going through similar circumstances. If you are, I am so incredibly sorry for your pain and that you’ve stumbled upon my thoughts for this reason.

However, my primary reason for writing these blogs is to record my own thoughts, observations and memories, as a record, which I hope I will find cathartic.

This blog is, as are all that will follow, in loving memory of my daughter Tilly, who was born and left us on Saturday 26 May 2018.

Changing my mindset

Like my other recent posts, one of the reason I’m writing them is the remind myself of how I succeed when I’m in the zone, rather than focusing on the days when I’m struggling.

So one of the things I have noticed recently is that my attitude and mindset is changing. Only slightly, but the changes I’m making are positive and are helping my weight loss journey.

I’m writing this post on the train to London. I’m in first class, so get free food and drink. In the past I’d have said yes to everything on offer. Today that would have seen me have two meals and a handful of alcoholic drinks.

When they came and offered the second food choice today, I declined. I didn’t think, “I’m paying for it so should have it,” but instead noted that I wasn’t hungry and decided that was all I needed to consider!

Similarly, I’ve had a couple of gin and tonics and enjoyed them, but I don’t need more, so a diet soft drink is sufficient now.

I enjoy a meal out, and won’t stop doing that, even when trying to lose weight. But what I can do is make those choices healthier. That doesn’t have to mean only going for salads and light choices, but it means making an informed choice and cutting out things like unneeded courses, extras and side dishes. I used to be the king of thinking, what else can I have with this meal. So garlic bread, extra veg, the chicken on a Caesar salad were all obvious choices to me. Not now, I eschew these and choose the meal I really want.

I’ve been doing lots of exercises, as I’ve mentioned in a previous blog. I’m now at the stage where I look forward to this of an evening. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I didn’t choose to do a few extra minutes/calories/distance rather than wishing I could escape early. They say it takes thirty days for something to become a habit. I’m definitely feeling that now.

These are all fairly small choices on their own, but it’s what they represent to me that is more important. Being healthy has moved up the priority list for the choices I make, and that can only be a good thing!

To many people, I don’t doubt this sounds obvious and simple. But if I always thought that, I wouldn’t be trying to lose weight and writing his blog.

The only man in the room.

What I’m doing…

In my last blog, I outlined my new approach to healthy living for 2016, and how it seems to be working. I also said my next blog would outline what I was doing in more detail – so that I can remember on the days where being healthy feels impossible!
I won’t go into a lot of detail because everyone different, what works for me might now work for you, and what works for me now might not in the future – if I get bored or used to it.
I try to do some exercise every weeknight, straight after work. I go to the gym, and aim to burn a minimum of 600 calories, but usually about 1000. It’s very much a rule of thumb, and I doubt the gym calorie counts are accurate, but regardless of this, it gives me something to log and compare.
By going regularly, I find I am really enjoying the exercise, doing more and getting fitter. It feels like a routine right now and I don’t think whether I should go after work, I just do.
I tend to have a homemade juice/smoothie. I’m conscious that these can be both calorific and high in sugar, so I watch how I make them, don’t add sugar and try to include veggies too.
These usually keep me going until lunchtime, which means I don’t worry about the 300 or so calories, given they satiate me.
Usually something light like two sandwiches in sandwich thins. I use lean meat and salad. If I’m still hungry, I have a cup-a-soup too.
A light and balanced meal – often from the Body Coach #leanin15 book. I have noticed that I am eating smaller portions of delicious but healthy meals and these are filling me.
I don’t feel the need for much in the way of snacks – the odd piece of chocolate or even cake at work (if it’s a special occasion), but these are all calorie counted, so I don’t feel like I am cheating at all – because I am not!
I have a couple of cups of coffee a day, a few glasses of water and maybe some sugar free drinks.
These are mostly during the day at work. I don’t seem to have much at home because I cook a nice meal that fills me.
At the weekend, I am more relaxed, and don’t mind having a nice meal or few drinks – so long as I count it and don’t get out of control.
And that’s it. Pretty simple, but it seems to work.
Thanks for bearing with me.

The only man in the room.

In the zone?

I’ve not blogged for far too long – probably because I’ve not been in the zone. But that’s exactly the topic of what I’m going to call my comeback blog!
Every year I start with good intentions to lose my Christmas weight and generally be fitter. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t.
There are lots of different reasons why it doesn’t work and a heap of excuses on top – I was too busy to be healthy/do exercise, I wasn’t feeling well, I didn’t want to miss out on things that were going on, etc.
But this year has started well, and I have what I think is the right attitude to being healthy, and that’s why I’m writing this blog. I know there will be times again when I’m struggling and don’t feel like being healthy, and I wanted to have something to remind me that I can do it, if I put my mind to it.
At the moment, rather than Slimming World, I am trying a different approach to weight loss – I am calorie counting (but in a relaxed way), and mixing that with lots of exercise, and lots of the Body Coach’s #leanin15 meals. Some people might imagine calorie counting to be restrictive, but I’m finding the opposite is true – I try to eat a balanced diet and that means I can have the occasional treat within my calorie allowance. On Slimming World, I tended to see some foods and meals as out of bounds, or bad, where as I am a little more flexible about that now.
Rather than setting a New Year’s Resolution to lose weight this year (it’s been one for about the last six years), I has resolved to cook more. Too often of an evening I look for a shortcut dinner – a ready meal, soup and a sandwich, or meat and salad. These rarely satisfied me and often weren’t as healthy as I planned. I enjoy cooking so am trying out new meals and trying to make sure they’re balanced and healthy.
So what are the things I need to remember?
I need to remember it’s not that hard to live a healthy lifestyle; I just need to be a little more prepared.
I should remember it’s not a failure to have treats; I just need to count them and have them sparingly.
I really need to remember that it only takes a day or two to get into the zone – if I’ve not been there for a while (like at Christmas), it doesn’t mean I can’t get back there quickly.
The most important thing I need to remember is that I’m not missing out on anything being healthy– I have been out for meals and have time to do all the things I want to.
I also want to remember how good it feels when you are in the zone.  I am more energetic and more confident.
I appreciate this blog might appear a little smug – I want to assure you that isn’t the purpose nor is that the reality – after all my weight isn’t yet at the lowest level it was last year, and some of my clothes are still a bit snug. But I know that the positive feeling I have right now is one I want to last, build upon, and bottle!
While I’m in the zone now, and am doing well, I know there are lots of times when I won’t be. It’s at times like that I’ll come here and remind myself that it’s pretty easy and feels good to be healthy. That’s the point of this blog.
When I next blog, I’ll try to write a little bit more about exactly what I’m doing, so I can use that as a reference in the future too.
Thanks for reading.
The only man in the room.