I never really used to notice rainbows. My son, Ieuan, was the one who'd get excited over the arch of colours that appeared in the sky. "Look, mum! LOOK!", he'd exclaim, his little face full of excitement, "Where do they come from?" "Well," I told him, "rainbows appear when it's sunny and rainy together. Rainbows…
I spent days after Evalyn's death looking through library bookshelves trying to find a story I could read to my four-year-old son so that he could understand a little better why his sister wasn't with us anymore. But I couldn't find a story that was right for him. Evalyn was stillborn. She was not ill.…
On the day our daughter was stillborn, we were granted entry into a surreal new world of the "in-between parent". A place where you are allowed to experience everything the prospect of becoming a parent to a new baby brings; growing your child inside of you, attending scans, choosing names, announcing to friends and family,…
After Evalyn 