Noah was a surprise baby, a wonderful exciting surprise!

My daughter was 21, some family members said too young...

Who cares what they thought? She has a good career and can support herself and Noah.

Alone and frightened we as her family said that we would fully support her.

She wanted me, her mum to be her birthing partner and her little sister. Everything was about Megan and the baby.

Initially at 12 weeks all was fabulous. Megan had a private scan at 16 weeks with her dad, sister, her best friend and myself.

The room went too quiet...

I ask the question “Is something wrong?” With my heart dipping.

We were told ‘We don’t know!’

Then they both looked at each other and didn’t say anything.

My daughter started to cry... ‘There’s nothing wrong the heart is beating , look, look!’

My youngest rushes out crying, Best friend crying. Husband swears, out of shock.

Then they speak ‘We can’t comment any further ‘ and ended the session.

What do we do, who do we see? Help?

No response.

I got angry at the distress that it caused my daughter. Telling her it will be okay.

That evening I phone the local hospital to be greeted with the by a member of staff with a computer says no attitude. “Nothing we can do, no point coming to the hospital and we are very busy.” They made my daughter feel that her and her baby weren’t important enough to be seen.

I later found out we could have got some basic answers and would’ve of been seen.

It was a very long weekend.

Spoke to a wonderful specialist midwife, who told us what to do and even came to see my daughter at the hospital.

Took my daughter to the hospital clinic, to be told to come back in two days.

The pain, the unknown, trying answer questions that I didn’t always have the answers too, whilst fighting the tears.

We return to be told to come back the next day for a scan. Checked the heartbeat, all okay, so we thought.

Come back the next day with the consultant.

He scans my daughter...

We can hear staff laughing and being silly outside the room. I can tell by his face it isn’t good news.

Please tell them to have some respect, I say.

My daughter is about to be told her son will die.

The consultant tells my daughter the awful news, Noah will die.

I feel like I’m going to faint, but I can’t, I need to be strong for my daughter.

Someone please wake me up from this terrible nightmare my daughter is going through.

Rang my husband, he bursts into tears.

My daughter had to go home and come back in 2 days, when she is given a tablets to end Noah’s life, with his lovely strong heartbeat, so sad.

In those 2 days we got 2nd & 3rd options.

The result was the same. He would have died.

Megan was 18 weeks pregnant, she suffered a terrible 6 and a half hour labour.

I saw my grandson being born, my first grandchild.

It was and still a very sad moment, he was so peaceful. The midwives were fabulous and really shone for my daughter and Noah.

We had the cremation, just Megan, my husband, my younger daughter and myself. No one else offered to come, which hurt so much at the time. They didn’t understand they he was a person with beautiful long fingers and toes and perfect in every way.

It was a beautiful service and Megan chose beautiful songs for Noah.

We then went to the lake there and release a balloon with feathers in it with his name on the side.

 

We had a postmortem. Noah did have what the consultant said, he had also suffered a massive stroke.





I’m writing this to say what a wonderful charity Sands is... My daughter has raised some money for Sands to other people like her.

I will always be proud of her and Noah will always be in our family xx