Gentle Tides - Doula

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7 whole moons of loving you

Seven moons have waxed and waned,
A gentle glow in night's embrace,
Our rainbow baby, softly named,
A light within this sacred space.

In the cradle of the sky,
Stars whisper tales of love so bright,
Guiding you as you draw nigh,
A beacon in our endless night.

Each twinkling star, a wish we’ve made,
For you, our 'baby moon,' so dear,
In your light, our hopes cascade,
And with each phase, you’re growing near.

I'll come reach for you soon darling moon.
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Birth altar progression ✨️

The statistic that no one is talking about...

66.7% of mothers that have experienced birth trauma attribute the cause of that trauma to be at the hands of their care professionals (Reed, 2017).

Every day my team works with women who have experienced birth trauma, with the impact of their experience lasting weeks, months or years.

As hard as it is to hear, this trauma is often caused at the hands of our medical model of birth.

It’s because of this that many women then go on to find their visits to supporting health professionals post-birth, very difficult.

Some are then being retraumatised by this experience too.

While the intent behind the interaction is always to provide support, the outcome isn’t always as hoped.

If you’re a perinatal professional looking for resources on how to more effectively work with trauma within your clients, I implore you to download my FREE Resource - 8 Critical Elements You Need to Support Your Patients and Clients After Birth Trauma.

It's available through the link in my bio 👆🏾

✨️Here we are🫶

💜Nearly 2 years since my last order (even though we didn't end up freebirthing), we donated most of the last kit to other local mummas to help them in their dream birth.

🌊Laying here resting my body and feeling our gorgeous womb love wriggling and kicking🥹
placing our order for our next freebirth "everything" kit from .herbs for this triple rainbow 🌈

🥹Thanks to everyone who voted in my stories, we went with Babies Breath Mandala and matching sibling wristbands 🥰✨️

This is real ❤️‍🩹

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There is something moon soaked
And dawn flavoured about her

Something kissed by the wild
And loved by lightning

She looks like Artemis
After a night of storm hunting

She looks like the sun as it rises
After kissing the dawn

Poem "Artemis Girl" by Nikita Gill

Missing you always our darling Arden
💜 Meet you under the moon ✨️🫶

Started a weekly Yoga journey.

Something I've always wanted to do but never had the confidence to until now.

It was so welcoming and as I've been doing yoga from home I didn't feel out of place as I knew most of the flow.

We over here expanding our comfort bubble✨️🥰💜

✨️May you keep a twinkle in your eye
Bestowed upon you by the stars
🌕May you be a nightly reminder
Of the cosmic miracle you are

Today I said yes to the grief I've needed to feel process and heal for 4 yrs.

4yrs of saying no, later.

I let myself allow the hurt, the what ifs and process the what was that happened the night my brother died.

I let myself cry the tears I held in while I was busy holding and keeping everyone else strong.

I was pregnant with Riley when my brother died and everyone said don't cry too much, you'll lose the baby.

Well today I felt it. I thanked it, I cried it and I feel lighter and that I've finally been able to honour the hurt his death has left me with.

I miss him.

Full moon 🌕 🌕 🌕
Wishing upon a star tonight✨️
May it be so 🫶💜

Swifties I need to say this.

TTPD... v my life

t's like having a window into two different worlds, right? On one hand, you're happily married, basking in love and security. On the other, Taylor Swift's lyrics plunge you into the depths of heartbreak and longing. It's a wild ride of emotions, flipping between the ecstasy of love and the agony of loss. Swift's new album, with its poetic breakup ballads becomes a journey through the landscapes of your mind, reshaping your brain chemistry with each poignant chord and haunting lyric. It's a reminder that even in happiness, we can still empathize deeply with pain, and that's the magic of music.

I love what music does to my brain chemistry

"I love you it's ruining my life"!

It's always been you.

✨️In shadows deep, our twin flames dance,
Two souls entwined in sorrow's trance.
Through loss and pain, we find our way,
Hand in hand, we face each day.

❤️‍🩹He says he's fine, yet his heart bears the scars,
For we've walked through grief under moon and stars.
Our angels lost, but their love remains,
In our hearts, their memory reigns.

💔Amidst the ache, our bond holds strong,
In each other's arms, we both belong.
Our girls, our light, they bring us cheer,
Yet we whisper softly, our angels near.

🫶He held my soul when I thought it fled,
Guiding me back from the edge of dread.
Together we rise, from the depths of despair,
Twin flames united, a love beyond compare.

💕So we'll cherish our daughters, and honor our pain,
For in loss, our love continues to reign.
Through tears and laughter, we'll journey on,
Twin flames eternal, till the dawn of the dawn.

It's always been you ❤️‍🩹✨️

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3 things I became hyper aware off after losing my two brothers and son.

1. Fragility of Life: Losing a baby has made me acutely aware of how fragile and precious life truly is. Every moment becomes more meaningful, and I cherish each memory and experience with a newfound depth of gratitude.

2. Compassion and Empathy: Grief has opened my heart to the pain of others in ways I never imagined. I've become hyper-aware of the struggles people face and strive to offer compassion and support wherever I can, knowing the profound impact it can have on someone's journey.

3. Importance of Self-Care: Through the depths of sorrow, I've learned the importance of prioritizing my own well-being. Taking time for self-care is not selfish; it's essential for healing and navigating the complex emotions that come with loss.

It's been four years since I lost my little brother, but the pain still feels as fresh as yesterday. Today was one of those days where the weight of grief felt heavier than usual, yet life demanded its usual tasks. Amidst the ache in my heart, I found myself still trying to be present for our energetic 5 year-old and spirited 3-year-old daughters.

As I took them swimming, the laughter and joy they exuded brought both solace and sorrow. While their innocent giggles momentarily lifted my spirits, they also served as a reminder of the void left by my brother's absence. Despite the smiles plastered on my face, my heart was heavy with memories of him.

Returning home, the reality of parenthood resumed its course. Cleaning the house and preparing meals for my daughters felt like an insurmountable task as grief loomed over me like a dark cloud. Yet, amidst the chaos of daily chores, there was a strange comfort in the routine—a distraction from the pain that threatened to consume me.

Feeding my daughters, I couldn't help but wonder what life would be like if my brother were still here. Would he be playing with his nieces, their laughter echoing through the halls? The ache in my chest intensified, but I pushed through, determined to provide a sense of normalcy for my girls.

In moments like these, when the demands of parenthood collide with the depths of grief, it's easy to feel overwhelmed and alone. Yet, I find solace in knowing that I am not the only one navigating this journey. There are countless parents out there who understand the delicate balance between nurturing young hearts and healing our own.

So, to all the parents who find themselves still parenting while grieving, know that your strength is immeasurable. It's okay to let the tears fall as you tuck your children into bed, to seek comfort in their embrace, and to find moments of peace amidst the chaos. And though the pain may never fully fade, may we find solace in the love we continue to give and receive, even in the midst of heartache.

Lost in the embrace of the ocean's gentle currents, I find solace in its depths, where the whispers of the waves silence my restless mind and cleanse my soul. 🌊✨🧜‍♀️

I wish Women could have their choices supported by other Women instead of being shamed.

Birth however, wherever, with whomever YOU feel is right for you.

How dare others judge our choices.

It is OUR bodies, OUR journeys and OUR babies we are birthing.

What we choose will stay with us forever, not them.

Isn't the point for Women to have full sovreignty in our choices? To feel supported?

Right now, after everything I personally have experienced, I would never tell others "some babies are meant to die" and if you PERSONALLY have not experienced your soul shatter from the moment your baby/child takes their last breath...how dare you.

Everything I've experienced admittedly has still not led me closer to choosing a birth within the system.

It has however led me to standing firm on birthing however I feel safe and being so powerfully firm in my intuition always being what I listen to and leading me.

Wherever that is. However that looks.

My choice over my body, baby and birth is always with me.

It is not others place to judge what we choose for us.

❤️Happy Valentines to my huzby.❤️

In the dance of life, you're my steadfast guide,
For nineteen years, you've been right by my side.
Through joys and trials, together we've grown,
A love like ours, forever known.

You're my guardian angel, in flesh and in soul,
With you, my heart finds its home, its goal.
With every step, you've been my rock,
Through every storm, you're the calm in the shock.

You lift me up when I feel low,
Your love's the beacon that guides me where to go.
In your embrace, I find my peace,
A sanctuary where all worries cease.

Our love has blossomed, like roses in bloom,
In every season, it banishes gloom.
Together we've built a family so dear,
A testament to love, year after year.

On this Valentine's, I pledge anew,
My heart, my soul, forever true.
For you're not just my husband, but my guiding light,
My real-life angel, my love, my knight.

5 Comforting things people have said to us since we lost our babies.

1. "May you find solace in knowing that your loved one is at peace."
2. "Sending prayers of healing and comfort to you during this time of mourning."
3. "May the love and light of the universe surround you and bring you strength."
4. "In this time of sorrow, may you feel the presence of divine grace lifting you up."
5. "May you find strength in the wisdom of the universe and the eternal bond you share with your loved one."

🫶hopefully someone can support a loved one experiencing grief without saying "at least" because usually anytime someone had started a sentence with that we would be quite upset by the rest of what they had to say.

Have you been told anything that provided you comfort?

I'd love to expand this list if you feel comfortable to share x

Goodnight x

Therese

🌈I've decided I'm going to start taking photos of things that make me happy and posting on my grid🌈

Our Angel babies urns
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Love they're similar but not same ✨️🫶

Happiest lap around the sun bestie boo .e.rose
May your day be as radiant as you
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ILY so on my grid you go 😚

Fresh flowers and candles every day for our boys ❤️‍🩹🥹🫶

Goodnight, our sweet angel babies in the stars. As you rest among the constellations, may your dreams be filled with love and celestial wonder. We hope to meet you in our sleep.
You are dearly missed by us and your sisters, your light continues to shine in our hearts.
Sleep peacefully in the cosmic embrace until we meet again. 🌠💙

I took this photo not 5minutes before our beautiful baby was born.
Words from my womb and tender heart.

In the celestial tapestry, our Calin's fleeting grace,
Born at 16 weeks, a tender embrace.
Into my hands, as I had dreamt,
A dance with Arden, his brother he kept.

Dad's love, a beacon in the cosmic night,
Guiding Calin and Arden, a radiant light.
Sisters' hearts aglow, weaving love so bright,
Our family united, in the starry height.

In the cosmic ballet, emotions unfold,
Our journey, a story of love untold.
Calin and Arden, in the universe's hold,
Stardust memories, a celestial mold.

I caught stars in the night's gentle swoon,
Dad painted constellations, a lullaby's tune.
Sisters wove threads beneath the moon,
In the cosmic narrative, a family's loom,

Calin and Arden, in the celestial array,
Our love story etched in the night and day.
In the heart's constellation, they forever stay,
A cosmic legacy, as stars gently sway.

Forever loved.

Sorry everyone.
Trying to share the link so it works, have received a few messages and I just don't have capacity to individually respond x thankyou for understanding.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/welcoming-baby-butcher-winter-2024?utm_medium=copy_link&utm_source=customer&utm_campaign=p_cp_guide_do&member=21868835&fbclid=IwAR06i4zcR8vBlCc26Ruz9pggG7_SsCr6nnEA4akSJZm1vUt2pkvrAGEUs7k

How much grief can one family bare.

Rainbow Butcher has gone to be with Arden.

I can only imagine they were sent here to learn and feel sone of the love I'm sure Arden has been speaking to all the babies on the Rainbow bridge.

16 weeks is pure joy.
We love you forever baby Butcher.
Love mummum, Daddad, Carmen,Riley and angel Arden.