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Purpose and reason.

10/30/2017

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I have been thinking lately about life’s purpose and the reason why things happen. I mean, why do things happen? Why do some things happen, and others do not? Why do some things happen to some people and not to others?

You see, we are homeless. I am living with my in-laws. Only for them, I do not know what we would do. Because of all this upheaval, I have been thinking a lot. How could I not? I have lived in Northern Ireland for five years and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. I am homeless…

And so, I think. You all know that I think too much sometimes. But, a confession. When I need to think, I clean. I do not know why, I just do. Cleaning is like therapy. Maybe it is the repetition of the movements. Maybe it is the moving from one point to another. Maybe it is the purity in the event – getting to wipe the surfaces clean.

Do you see the analogy? Movement. One point to another. Wiping the slate clean.

And, so I clean. And, so I think. I have been thinking about, "why"? Why have I ended up here? Why have I ended up with nothing? Why have I ended up homeless at 33-years-of-age sleeping on a mattress in my parents-in-laws house with two young children?

These questions naturally lead to others. Why… Patrick? Why… a grave? Why… never ending tears? Why... directionless?

And from whys, there come questions about the reason for all this and the purpose of my situation. Because surely there must be a reason for my present situation? There must be some higher purpose behind leaving me homeless after leaving me Patrick-less? There has to be, there must. And so, I clean, and I think, and I ponder.

Why here? Why now? And, where to from here? If the only way is up, then it is going to be an amazing ride, because I am at bottom. If things can only get better from here, then watch this space, because I am destined for great things.

But, in the meantime, I clean… Maybe the present reason for me being homeless is so that my in-laws get a clean house…?

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Homeless.

10/22/2017

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 Yes, that title means what it means. I am homeless.

Last week, Ophelia struck Ireland. I had heard on the radio that people were panic buying, Shay's nursery was closed, and my hospital appointment was cancelled. Now to be honest, I thought it was all an overreaction. Cancelled, closed, and panic buying because of some wind?? 'Come on people, calm down. We have had worse'.

The husband came home and we were talking about the storm madness. I was shocked that people were 'panic buying'. Panic buying? I could not believe it! We were brewing two lovely cups of tea when a gust of wind took the roof off our home. The husband and I stood outside the door for about 10-minutes trying to figure out what to do. Actually, trying to decide if we could get the roof back up and into place.

But, no. It was not to be. Not then and not now. We are homeless. Only for the husband's parent's, I do not know what we would do.

I find myself at bottom - again. It is a blow. And, it affects everything. Even though it is not remotely connected to Patrick, I do wonder what we have done to deserve all this. Losing where we live feels like another bereavement. And, so, I liken the two events together.

I cried for about two days and threw an almighty pity party - attendees = me. And, then I picked myself up and decided that I needed to focus on those things that I could change. This has been a tremendous means to change my thinking and I am grateful for that. Right now, we are still homeless, but we are healthy and happy. This is what is important.

My pity party was not much fun. I am glad to be out of it. Onwards and upwards!
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Waves of Light

10/19/2017

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Their was a Wave of Light on Sunday night and it was lovely to be a part of it.

There are amazing charities and organisations out there who provide candles to families and individuals to light during this Wave. It took place at 7pm on Sunday, October 15th. We lit a candle for Patrick and I also lit one in Patrick's grandparents house. That got to me a bit. To explain to people what the candle is for and to light it is very emotional for me.

Unfortunately, lighting a candle is the only thing that I may do for Patrick on a daily basis. I started lighting a candle for Patrick on the six-month anniversary of his birth. I remember talking to a counselor and I was inconsolable. I do not know how he managed to understand what I was saying. You see, six months for me was a significant number, but to everyone around me it was just another day. It was an insignificant date on the calendar and this was extremely difficult for me.

I remember crying to this counselor because no-one was mentioning Patrick. No-one had planned anything for him. And he said something to me that I still hold dear: "why do you need other people to speak about him first?" What he was saying was, if I wanted to do something to honour Patrick, why did I feel like I needed permission from other people to do that. Why was I waiting for other people?

This flicked a switch.

The tears dried slightly and a weight was lifted. I went home and lit a candle for Patrick and I have been doing it everyday since. I like the physical act of doing something for Patrick, of having him included in my daily routine. It is only small, but it is something.

The Wave of Light brings this candle-lighting activity full circle. My everyday activity is amplified to become part of a worldwide movement. I love being part of this Wave; but it is heartbreaking to think of all the families lighting a candle. The loss is huge - literally and figuratively.

For those who took part in this Wave, I hope you found comfort. I am sure that all the babies were lighting them with us.
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Baby Loss Awareness Week

10/16/2017

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Another week is over. Another week has started and who knows what it will bring...

Before Patrick was stillborn I, along with most parents who experience the tragedy of baby loss, had never heard of Sands, or Feileacain, or any other baby loss charity. I had never heard of Wave of Light or Baby Loss Awareness Week, or any other awareness event. When I think of all the things I had never paid attention too, all the turmoil which other people were going through... Shocking.

Before Patrick died I was not on this path at all. Now my days are filled with loss and grief and bereavement and offering support to families going through the trauma of baby loss. How things have changed. Do you know that my twitter feed (@Maguire_HopeAG if you wanted to know) is full of baby loss charities and grief and bereavement and mental health and rainbow pregnancies...? You get the idea.

Now my days are filled with making sense of what has happened, and continues to happen after the event, and how to support other people going through it. Now, my life is dedicated to trying to improve the support and help which is available to families. How life has changed.

Baby Loss Awareness Week affects me at either end of the emotional spectrum. I am truly grateful that there are awareness events available for my family and families around the world. I am grateful that I am given the opportunity to talk about Patrick and remember him when so many other people are silent. But, these events make me yearn for him more, if that is possible. And, sometimes, I wish that this was not my life. I wish that I did not need to participate in these events. But, I do.

I honestly cannot believe that it is over for another year. Was there anything in your area? Did you get involved? I applaud all those who organised the events and dedicated their time to my family and other families around the world.
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Stepping forward.

10/9/2017

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In January this year I sat down and made some goals for the year. I know. Do people still do that? Really Suzanne??? Well, yes, I did.

You see, no-one tells you that time does not always heal. To be honest, this year has been the one with the most upheaval, the most confusion, and I suppose, the most darkness and tears. The first year is all, 'I don't know what is going on'. The years after are the realisation that this is it, well it is for me anyway. I can change how I celebrate dates and I can change how I talk about Patrick, but that is all that I can do.

I needed something to work towards, so I made some goals. I knew that this would give me direction, allow me to put on paper what I wanted to achieve, and give me something to look back on when the going got tough and I thought that nothing was working. And, you know what, all these things have happened.

Professionally, what I wanted to focus on was this - the blog and talking about what life is really like after loss - and I wanted to move forward with Patrick and doing things for him in his memory. I also wanted to talk about pregnancy after loss. After having gone though a 'rainbow' pregnancy, it is an absolute minefield. Without a doubt. And, there is little support or understanding around the heightened emotional and mental health needs of women and their families.

Had I not had goals written down, I would probably still be flitting around. I would still be lost and stumbling and becoming increasingly down because I felt like I was not doing anything. Without goals written down I would not have put myself out there a number of times.

One of those times was applying for a grant with the charity, Change Your Mind. I wanted to raise awareness of the emotional and mental health issues during a subsequent pregnancy. I got a grant, which is a brilliant achievement in itself. This grant, and what I said I wanted to do, gave me something to do...! And, it fitted with what I enjoy doing - research and writing. Lovely! It was a breath of fresh air; my head surfaced.

So, over the last few months, I have been working. Thank goodness! I made a flyer and there are plans for a publication also. There is a picture of the flyer above (not a great photo, but awareness does not call for perfection). So far, they have been earmarked for England, Australia, and Ireland. The response has been amazing.

I am proud of this flyer. It feels like a huge milestone. It feels like the flitting with, 'what I am doing?' and, 'how can I make Patrick proud', has paid off. It is an achievement. I suppose, what I am trying to say is this: I cannot change what has happened, but I can do something different with the situation that I am now in. Life is not the same; I am not the same. Patrick dying is not positive, but I can try and do positive things from it.

If we start small and take tiny steps through the grief and sadness, we can make our way out of the dark. If we put one step in front of the other, we can make our way towards the light. We just have to start. No-one can do it for us.

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After thoughts.

10/4/2017

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Hello. Long time, no contact.

I am just back from a lovely break in England. The family and I toured about in a caravan and it was lovely. The weather was mild and sunny and we visited a lot of National Trust places. There is some amazing scenery and sites. But, now it is back to reality...

Before the break, I attended the ISA (International Stillbirth Association) Conference in Cork. Now, I must say that I do love a conference. I love people coming together, and I love the academic side of it. I love hearing about research going on and what other people are thinking about topics that are close to the heart. I never did think that I would be attending a conference about stillbirth, but hey, that is how life has gone.

I went with Sands NI and it was great to see so many charities and people from different organisations there. We are all there for the same reason.

Some things that amazed me about the conference:
  • the truly global scale of stillbirth. Baby loss does not adhere to boundaries and this was very evident at the conference;
  • that awareness of risk factors are still not being heard;
  • the research and study being undertaken to reduce stillbirth rates;
  • and, it truly warmed my heart to hear about the Rainbow Clinic in England - an amazing centre that has been set up to focus on families going through a pregnancy after loss.

My intentions after the conference:
  • to get information about stillbirth and baby loss into antenatal packs - I do not think it is an omen, or something negative, to provide information about risk factors;
  • to get a Rainbow Clinic into every country/region;
  • locally, to put information about Sands into GP surgeries because there seems to be a gap in awareness of support available;
  • and, to publicise the support which families need in a pregnancy after loss - there are myriad and complex needs during pregnancy, which the mainstream health system does not address.

So, this is where I am going. There will be information through my organisation, Hope After Grief, which you can find at:
  • www.hopeaftergrief.com;
  • Facebook: @hopeaftergrief.

And, as always, Patrick was very much present during the conference and throughout the holiday. It was Shay's 4th birthday yesterday also. I lit a candle for Patrick before Shay blew out his candles so that the whole family was together...

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