Take a look at the photo above. That's me. And my husband. And my perfect healthy just born daughter. This photo was taken when Mads was about two minutes old.
My new family. The three of us.
I laid on a clean, hospital bed and let the fate of me and my unborn baby lie solely in the hands of the doctors and midwives. From the epidural needle adminstered into my spine, the sharp, sterilised scalpel running across my smooth skin...to the staples put into my tummy to 'stitch' me back up- I trusted the healthcare professionals completely and they didn't betray my trust.
They delivered the most precious thing in our world to us safe and sound.
When Mads was a week old we had the most terrifying experience. Something that gives me chills even now.
I went to wake my baby up. And I couldn't.
We could have called an ambulance but panic set in and we just raced to the hospital in the car.
I will never forget that nurse running down the corridor of A and E saying 'She's unresponsive.' And within seconds there were about nine medical professionals surrounding my daughter. They never found out why it happened. But they didn't leave a stone unturned in trying to find out what was wrong- we had access to antibiotics, a lumbar puncture and round the clock care for a couple of days.
And then we went home with a number directly to the children's ward should we have any concerns.
We are so lucky to get that kind of care. To have safe facilities in which to give birth to the most important things in our lives. And to know that people will do their uptmost to look after them.
Last Saturday I attended the 'Creating Connections' Save the Children conference. And what a humbling and emotional day it was. Hearing some of their fundraisers talk about how things were in some of the poorest countries in the world, quite frankly gave me chills.
Did you know that in Rwanda some women don't name their babies for days because they have to face the stark acceptance that there is a high percentage of them that will die?
Or that in Bangladesh some people don't have access to any medical facilities nearby whatsoever- it can be miles to the nearest one? If there is one at all.
In one village, nine out of ten women had lost babies. One woman had lost four and she made a dark joke about how she 'must be the best mother.' How unbelievably distressing to hear something like that. I cannot physically begin to comprehend the way these women must feel. And how it is almost a stark reality for them. A stark acceptance.
Save the Children are trying to raise one million pounds in their new campaign Build It For Babies, please take a couple of minutes to check out what they are doing.
There is also a rather amazing lady in the blogging community doing all she can to help too and that lady is Mammasarus. She is doing a number of crazy events up and down the country and she wants bloggers to get involved. If I wasn't working I would definitely be going to my nearest event in Essex.
There are other ways to get involved though- there is a whole site dedicated to what we can do to help. Please check out Blog it for Babies if you have a spare moment.
This many babies dying should not be a stark acceptance.