From there we hear about Elle’s pregnancy, Teddy’s birth, the complications that quickly became apparent, wandering into the unknown and being faced with a reality that every parent fears. Ultimately this is a personal story and others who lose a child will perhaps deal with their experiences in a different way so this isn’t a ‘How to deal with grief’ book. Don’t just ignore it and hope it’ll go away, then in 6 months time pop up in their inbox and ask if they want to come out for a party. Elle is the voice (or words in this case) for - I dare to say - all the bereaved parents who have to, daily, face a society that is not available to deal with the 'discomfort' of baby loss. You'll learn valuable lessons to help your friends and/or family members who are dealing with something as harsh as a child loss.

There’s far too much ‘I’m not going to say anything, because I don’t want to make that person feel sad, or that person feel awkward. This is a book that anybody can read, whether you have lost a child yourself, know someone who has lost a child or is just interested in Elle and her story. I read as a friend and also a nurse to peer into this world to better understand a situation not my own, to be more insightful and equipped to care for a loved friend in this painful landscape. I was recently talking to a lady who had lost her son as a child and I said ‘please may I ask his name? You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.At times it was difficult to read through the tears, but this is one of the books I will remember for a long time. This book was sometimes difficult to read and I often found myself bursting into tears of sympathy but it has taught me so much. This was recommended by another mum so we have read it to ensure that it will support our mummies and daddies should we recommend. I could hear the builder on the roof shouting at the other guy, and I could hear all this, and part of me was really angry, thinking ‘Nobody’s got a clue what’s just happened to us!

Just a few hours later, they woke to find him cold and unresponsive, and the happiest day of Elle's life had turned into every parent's worst nightmare.The longer I’ve gone in the two-and-a-half years since Teddy died, the more I feel, ‘I’ve walked around with that sadness every bloody day, you can manage ten seconds of it!

Please whatever you do send them a heart emoji, I don’t even care, just send them something that shows that you are there, and whether they want to talk to you now, or they want to talk to you in a few months time when they’re feeling they can talk to people again, just let them know you’re there. I think obviously there has to be a change in the element of support; but the biggest change has to come from everyone else so they’re better equipped to talk about it, and support the people it happens to. So giving women that confidence and pointing them in the right direction to talk to somebody who knows how they’re feeling, is incredibly important.After the death of her son, Teddy, at three days old, Elle started writing to navigate her new life and as a way to feel purpose again. All the gorgeous images come from Feathering The Empty Nest, with permission from Elle Wright, and all videos are part of the Tommy's Together For Change Campaign. Briefly talking about her own childhood, meeting Nico (her husband), getting married, getting Borris and then starting to try for a baby. I have followed Elle for a while on Instagram and love her blog and her day to day post about general things.

This book just transported me back to August 2022, when facing the loss of my first baby boy, and then again to May 2023, when I was dealing with a miscarriage. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products.I think when I first started writing, I was quite hesitant about starting a blog, because I kind of knew what I wanted to say, but I was fed up of stumbling across baby loss blogs where the only reason you would be there was if it had already happened to you as an individual.