Blake’s Funeral

We had a service for Blake on the 10th July, we kept it small and it was a lovely day, very peaceful and special :)

I thought I would make a record of it on here for people that couldn’t make it…



These are my footprints,
so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints,
never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have my wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angels’ tears,
of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in each butterflies’ lazy dance.
I’ll let you know I’m with you,
if you give me just a chance.

You will see my tiny footprints,
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.

Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found in Mummy’s and Daddy’s heart,
cause even though I’m gone now,
we’ll never truly part.


After over 2 years of joking that Steve’s bits were broken we were utterly shocked to find ourselves pregnant! So shocked that we had to go out and buy a third test, the most expensive one in the shop in case the cheapy ones from Morrisons were wrong.

We were over the moon. We had our 12 week scan and got a picture of him giving us a little wave!
It was at the later scan at 20 weeks when our lives fell apart. The sonographer noticed that something was wrong; she adopted a sad face and said she was so very very sorry. Our little boy’s insides were jumbled up, his heart on the wrong side, his stomach pushing it over… very little room for his lungs to develop; he had a 50/50 chance they said.

We got to see lots more of our little boy. At 28 weeks we got a sneaky peek at him in 3D, a grumpy little face with a squishy button nose looked back at us.

“He looks well pissed off! Just like me “ laughed daddy.

We took the kids to a private 3D scan so they could meet him too, any hopes of him taking after his big sister Holly and pouting at the camera for us were soon diminished when he spent the whole time bent in two, with arms and legs flailing about in front of him and chomping on the umbilical cord! Travis thought it was hilarious that Blake could kick himself in the head.

He looked so perfect, healthy and safe in there, it was so difficult to believe that he might not make it on the outside, all we could do is hope.

Our last scan was at 36 weeks, we saw him again in 3D, the consultant tried to take a picture of him, again Blake was having none of it turning his head away every time the scanner was on him. He was a little sod!

The following week was spent in hospital after his waters started leaking. Blake needed monitoring every 4 hours and he quickly gained a reputation for being the naughtiest baby on the ward! The midwives needed just 20 minutes of continuous heartbeat, no chance! When they would eventually find him he would clear off again, you could almost imagine him sticking his fingers up at them and telling them to leave him alone! Definitely his daddy’s boy.

The following week we finally got to meet our little one, a couple of gasps in our arms and he was gone and our hearts were broken. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. He was beautiful.



Lullabee, lullabee
Honey bees in the tree
Rest your wings ’til the morning light
Lullabee, lullabee
Honey bees in the tree
Your honey is safe tonight

Just dream to the tune I am singing
Time to stop all that buzzing and stinging-ouch

Lullabee, lullabee
Honey bees in the tree
All I want is a smackerel or two…(or three)

Dont’ sleep lightly, sleep very tightly
Happy slumbers to you

– Winnie the Pooh











Thank you

Myself and Steve would like to say thank you for all of your kinds messages, for cards and flowers and especially for everyone who donated to Blake’s charity page, we are completely overwhelmed at the amount raised so far, I though I would set a challenge of a thousand pounds target, I can’t believe it took less than 24 hours to get there! We are so humbled that Blake’s little life has touched so many people. We intend to carry on fundraising for CDH UK and Nottingham University Hospital Charity, one to say thank you for every thing they did and two, so that some good comes out of Blake’s short time with us. We have an event planned near Christmas and a few ideas on the go… nothing scary like jumping out of a plane though. Sod that.

At the moment I am focusing on giving Blake a special send off, arranging your child’s funeral is not something any mother should have to do… it is heartbreaking :( We miss him very much. It is shit.


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