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Mother's Day in Ireland

3/18/2012

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Mother's Day is always bittersweet for me. I am so grateful to be a Mom to two daughters who are alive and well. I watch them growing, becoming their own people and I learn so much from them. 

But I am also an invisible Mom. My daughter Hannah died in 2004. Hannah died just before birth as a result of what is called a cord accident. These are such innocous words for such a shocking, shocking death. Hannah is one of millions of invisible babies dying every day in our world in spite of modern medicine. On Monday, Hannah's heart was beating strong and clear. On Friday, her heart had stopped. 

Research into the causes of stillbirth is so low down on the funding agenda that it barely gets a look in. It is far more common than what used to be called Cot Death. As many as one in 30 babies in the developing world die just before or at birth. In Australia alone, stillbirth, is the third largest cause of death. Ground breaking research is taking place see 
International Stillbirth Alliance  but even doctors and midwives are unaware of the research. 

We live in a world of invisible babies..and invisible mothers. 

If today you are an invisible mother through failed fertility treatment, miscarriage, stillbirth or forced adoption, my heart goes out to you. I will be thinking of Hannah and I will be thinking of you. If you are an adult who has been prevented from finding your mother, I will be thinking of you. 

Today with my whole heart and every fibre of my being, I ask this of you. 
If you can help a mother and child to be reunited by giving information to someone PLEASE do it.  
If you care for expectant mothers, PLEASE, find out all you can about the prevention of stillbirth. 
If your friend is an invisible mother, PLEASE find a way to acknowledge her and her baby today. Visit, text, write a letter or a card. People worry they are upsetting us by 'reminding' us of our babies. 


I will tell you a secret. 
We NEVER forget our babies. We think of them every day. We walk around every day carrying the absence of our babies. Every birthday, every Christmas, every Mother's Day and Father's Day we think of them. We think how old they would be now if they were still with us. We wonder would they have been quiet or boisterous. We wonder would they have liked Barney or Bear in the Big Blue House. 
We NEVER EVER forget. 
This is OUR Truth.

Invisible Mothers


Support for bereaved parents is available at  Feileacain 
Support for people who survived Irish Institutions Justice for Magdalenes
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Mairead link
3/20/2012 12:56:12 pm

"We never ever forget." So true Martine. The babies we never had the honor to watch grow remain in our hearts forever. I understand your great loss, and courage in writing this post. My little girl, Katie, whom I lost at 20 weeks gestation, is always with me. Thanks for sharing your story, and I hope you had a lovely mother's day, strengthened by your memories of Hannah.

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Martine Brennan link
3/21/2012 04:37:29 am

I love the name Katie, Mairead. My small granny was called Kate. It truly is an honour to be blessed with children.
We spent a quiet Mother's Day tidying up the garden and planting more veggies. We talked about Hannah and remembered her with love.
Thank you for your kind understanding. I hope your day was full of love. M x

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