When I was pregnant with my first born I excitedly browsed through mother and baby magazines and visited a few baby departments, dreaming of what wonderful items I would buy for my baby boy or girl. Sadly, 23 weeks into my pregnancy my baby girl Robyn was born sleeping and the experience became one of the most traumatic of my life.
Once I recovered from the initial shock I began to take steps to rebuild my life. Suddenly it seemed as if I saw more products for new mums and babies than ever before (on TV, online, shops and magazines) as if they were drawn to me like unwanted magnets. Regretfully I had to refrain from buying such items as I no longer had a baby that needed such goods.
I didn't expect to receive any gifts from family or friends and I dreaded the 'thinking of you' cards and bunches of flowers that were quickly sent out. In time, I found the acts of kindness comforting and I felt proud to know that I had family and friends who were part of my life. I received a pampering pack from one friend to remind me to be kind to myself. Other friends gifted me a personalised necklace with my baby's initial and birth stone that I wore proudly, a registered star in my baby's name and many sentimental cards and messages. Those acts of kindness reminded me that Robyn had existed and that, although short, her life was still special.
With Christmas approaching during my first year of grief my arms felt emptier than ever and I still yearned to buy my baby the gifts that I imagined. I decided to shop for Robyn and bought a variety of items that she would have needed. I then contacted a local charity and donated all of the items. In my heart it was in memory of baby Robyn. I felt happy knowing that babies in my local community would be receiving the items I had donated and I felt compassion for the mums who may be receiving gifts from Robyn and I.