I miss my baby ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿพ

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 ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿพ

God didnโ€™t take my baby!

I’m sharing this with you just seconds after having a conversation with a wonderful woman who works for Revelation TV.

I shared my testimony with her & it again highlighted just how wonderful God is ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ

I told her about my blog and she said it was important that I know that God didn’t take my baby. I know this as God isn’t capable of such EVIL!

The Devil comes to steal our joy but if we trust in the Lord, HE turns everything around that the devil meant for harm and makes it good.

Destiny is happy, I WILL see her again. She is with Jesus and in no pain. How can I not be happy about that?

Of course I miss her & yes, my tears still flow but not as much now because this world is full of evil that she will never have to experience.

Losing Destiny made me lose myself. I was in so much shock and lost faith in this cruel world. The only way I could survive and get through my grief was to turn to Christ. Jesus saved me ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

So that’s what I mean, I HAD to lose my Destiny (my daughter) to find my destiny (Gods purpose for my life)

My path has never been clearer, this is what happens when you trust in Jesus. I’m finally seeing bit by bit who God created me to be.

I will continue to trust in the Lord ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

โ€œTrust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.โ€

Proverbs 3:5 KJV

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 ๐Ÿ’”

Happy 1st Birthday Destiny ๐Ÿ’”

Happy Birthday my youngest Princess ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿฟ

Mummy has no words. Totally heartbroken ๐Ÿ’”

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 ๐Ÿ˜ข

Just so tired from grief. I’ve been told it gets better. I pray it does ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

Until we meet again,

Mummy ๐Ÿ’•

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 ๐Ÿ’”

Destinyโ€™s Headstone ๐Ÿ˜

Hello everyone ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿพ

What do you think? It’s taken us a while to share but this will be Destiny’s headstone. The picture does not do it justice but it’s going to be gorgeous!!!!!

Shiny black granite with shocking pink writing & decoration such as pink stones & vases.

Slight detail change – next to the little infant holding the teddy at the bottom, will now read SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS.

We are so excited to get it laid down next year!

We are over half way with our target and we thank each and every person who has been kind enough to donate.

Nobody HAS to help us, nobody has to do anything but YOU HAVE & we are TRULY grateful.

We look forward to thanking you all in person…. (keep watch on this blog)

We originally set up a GoFundMe page but have been exhausted with topping up everyone’s donations due to the fees. Instead, we would love any further donations to go straight into the account below ran by myself & Destiny’s Dad.

Details are as follows;

Santander

Mrs M M Clarke

Sort code 09-01-27

Account Number 97280273

God Bless you all ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ

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