I miss my baby 👼🏾

So I was having a moment today and I reached for my camera to document it for my YouTube channel, Michelle Clarke TV.

You have all been so supportive that I thought I should share it with you all also.

So here it is…

I miss my baby 👼🏾

A year ago today…

This time last year, we had just made it to the cemetery.

After getting out of the taxi and seeing family, it started to feel real.

My babies cold body lay in her tiny white casket and as I walked towards the hearse, I noticed the plaque on the casket.

Destiny Jayde Clarke, infant of Michelle Clarke.

Nobody informed me that my name would also be on the casket. It made me feel horrible and the tears started to flow.

It felt weird seeing my name on a casket and I just wanted the world to stop so I could get off. I’d had enough!

When I look back now, I suppose it was quite fitting because a piece of me definitely died with Destiny and is certainly buried with her.

I’ll never be the same again.

I repeatedly stroked the tiny casket as if I was stroking my daughter. I wasn’t strong enough to see her little lifeless face in the funeral home but I put my faith in my Mum & sister to pick out something amazing for her to wear.

I was later told that it was probably best that I didn’t see her. She had changed so much after her post-mortem and didn’t look like our Destiny anymore. I’m happy to remember her how she was in those three days we got to spend with her after the delivery.

The funeral was tiny. Tiny for a tiny baby. Destiny wasn’t known by many and she only weighed 320g. I wanted her funeral to represent her. We didn’t want a huge circus. That would make the process longer and I just wanted to bury my child and go home.

A week before her funeral, I didn’t even want to go so you can imagine my pain.

My long, thick mane was the last thing i wanted to be dealing with so I piled it on my head and wore a headscarf.

A year later, I don’t have that problem. Grief & Stress have taken care of that and I am slowly growing my hair back.

So today is the last of the firsts…

Sleep well Princess 💔

Lonely

This time last year, I was ‘shopping’ for our daughters funeral. I hated every second of it!

The one thing that kept me going was being around others. Visits, cards being sent to the house, Facebook messages, calls, just being thought of.

Unfortuately, things change after the funeral. I’m sure that anyone who has ever lost anyone will agree.

I feel ‘just left’ Thankfully I have God whenever I need Him.

People don’t purposely do this, it’s just life! While you are alive, there’s things to do. People ha e to return to work, their normal day lives but I’m ‘just left’ with the grief, pain, anger, confusion – what great feelings 😔

Amongst all of my negative feelings, I have no choice to keep finding positives. It’s how I keep going.

With Malaika being off school all week, it’s been a struggle. Watching her so weak and tending to her every need when I can just about tend to myself. Oh and you do remember I have a 2 year old right??

Hats off to all the mums with more than two children 💪🏾 This would have been my reality but God knows…

I wake up and each day is a struggle, very little to look forward to and of course, everyone’s opinion…

You need to just ‘get out’

You need to ‘Keep praying’

You need to ‘do what you love’

You need ‘to get exercise’

No, you need to stop offering solutions to what YOU see as a problem.

Try asking me what I need, i’d be happy to tell you but could you deliver?

I’m having a bad day, can you tell?

One of my children is in the cemetery and no suggestions will ever change that.

Help me to live in pain because that’s my reality. I WILL hurt for the rest of my life and only those that have experienced what I’m going through can help.

Everyone who thankfully hasn’t, just be present. You tell me what I need but all I need is YOU.

Happy 1st Birthday Destiny 💔

Happy Birthday my youngest Princess 👼🏿

Mummy has no words. Totally heartbroken 💔

Would be a dream to be able to hold you, kiss you & watch you giggle today while eating your birthday cake & playing with your big sister & big brother 😢

Just so tired from grief. I’ve been told it gets better. I pray it does 🙏🏾

Until we meet again,

Mummy 💕

Christmas without Destiny

We never got to experience a Christmas with Destiny as a physical family member in our home. However, she was tucked away safely in my tummy the Christmas of 2016.

We were so excited for her arrival the following April and had no idea what horrific events were about to unfold in just a matter of days!

A year on and the memories are still so fresh and just as clear.

Christmas 2017 was supposed to be such a happy time. Both mummy & daddy with our three bundles of joy. Instead we sat watching our two living children playing whilst all the time wandering what their interaction with their little sister would have been like.

It’s the wonders, the what ifs, the not knowing that does the damage. My mind is on constant overload.

It wasn’t the Christmas we had hoped for but it was surely one that we’ll never forget.

Our family forever broken, always one missing 💔

Who am I?

After losing Destiny, I didn’t even know who I was anymore.

My body looked like that of any other woman who had just given birth but the difference was, I was home without my baby.

I’d sit there day after day just holding onto Glen, not knowing what to do with myself.

Time dragged on and it seem like my world had just stopped. Everything was in slow motion and I hated it!

I wanted to feel normal again and I’d lost count by now of all the times, including hubby, that people had said to me, “Give yourself time Michelle. You have still just had a baby even though she’s not with you. It will take time to recover from the birth and also the miscarriage.”

I was so annoyed with the term LATE MISCARRIAGE. My baby died inside of me and I gave birth to her delicate body and held her. We buried her. HER! A PERSON!!!!

Babies born sleeping before 24 weeks are not entitled to a death certificate.

We have a little card from her blessing in the hospital. That day, the hospital also gave us the chance to have professional photos taken and made into a photo book.

I couldn’t see the sense of me posing with my dead baby at the time which actually made me feel worse but in time, I can finally smile when I look through the book.

It’s beautiful and we will always have our beautiful photo book plus the images on a USB that the hospital also gave to us.

I didn’t realise how serious preeclampsia was. I could have died too!

I feel so blessed to be here as my organs were starting to shut down but I just wish that Destiny was here with us all also. Not just in spirit but to hold and kiss good morning and good night just like I do with Malaika & Jackson.

My arms and legs felt numb, my head was always heavy, my sight wasn’t and still isn’t what it was. I read up on how to grieve as I just didn’t know how.

I couldn’t cry. I was too numb for that. Tears only fell when I thought about her funeral and just the fact that I was pregnant three times but only have two children at home.

I’ve felt anger and every other emotion imaginable.

Throughout all of my anger, I have never asked “Why me?” Why not me? Good things can not happen to us all of the time and I sure have had my fair share of good. This time, I was to receive a devastating blow but through it all, I have found God and I know that my daughter was not meant to be with me here on earth.

I have accepted that.

My heart aches for her and my arms ache for her too but I know she’s in a better place.

Sleep well Princess Destiny xx

10:45pm

On Monday 2nd January, I gave birth to our dead baby girl.

This was the most traumatic experience for any me and I had a pain and sadness that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

After realising that our baby had died, I wasn’t even thinking of how we would remove her from my body. I was just in total shock.

Options were given to us and we decided to have her naturally which was also the safest option.

Glenroy slept beside me in a chair and did not leave my side. His strength and support was amazing!

We cried together every time it hit us, what we were actually going through.

The night before, I had the first tablet (can’t remember the name) inserted into me to force on my labour.

On the actual day, I had 2 more which were to be taken orally over a period of hours until I was in established labour.

It felt so surreal to be going through the pain of labour and KNOWING that I had to do this just to bury my baby.

I welcomed the pain as I wanted to feel it. At the time, my pain was medication for the beginnings of my grief and I refused pain medication.

I was only taking gas and air for my whole time in labour until a midwife suggested tramadol at the very end before it was time to push. I took it and hoped for the best..

In the background,  a calming CD played that was brought in by one of my elder sisters.

I was labouring right in front of my husband, my elder sister and my niece and I could see the horror on their faces, the sadness in their eyes.

My screams sounded haunted and I didn’t even recognise myself anymore. I was wailing and gripping onto my husbands hands. I just wanted this nightmare to end.

Shortly after my sister and niece left, our beautiful baby girl, Destiny Jayde Clarke was born in her sack at 10:45pm. I’ll never forget the feeling of her leaving my body. Out of this awful experience, it was the most beautiful feeling.

We had agreed with the midwives beforehand that we did not feel strong enough to see our dead baby and that she must be taken away and then brought back once we had composed ourselves.

Our plans immediately went out of the window once Destiny was born and Glenroy through back my covers and looked down to see his baby girl.

His actions gave me the courage that I needed and I looked down to see her.

She was tiny! 320g to be exact. She was curled into a perfect ball whilst in her sack of liquid and just looked asleep.

Destiny was then taken away to be taken out of her sack and myself and Glenroy sat and picked out a beautiful white silk dress and matching hat for her to be dressed in.

Once Destiny was dressed, she was brought back into us in the tiniest basket I have ever seen. She looked just like Glenroy and we both wept over her.

The shock took hold of me and I couldn’t find the strength to hold my dead baby. Just looking at her was too upsetting. She had died with her eyes open and it was just like she was looking at us.

Glenroy found his strength and held his daughter whilst in the basket. He looked at every inch of her and I just watched in complete shock. My tears kept flowing and I just felt helpless. Our daughter was dead and there was nothing we could do about it.

With those thoughts, I found the strength to hold my baby girl in her basket as I knew that now, I had to hold her as much as I could as she wouldn’t be coming home with us to laugh, sleep, eat and grow before our eyes just like Malaika and Jackson did.

I held her close and I spoke to her and told her that I loved her and that she was safe.

Hours passed and we grew tired. The grief made us tired in a way that we’d never experienced and we called for the midwife to take Destiny for the night. She was just in the room next to us.

After many tears, we decided to get some sleep.