Thank you for your sharing your daughter’s name via the bear with us. You let us know we aren’t alone even when we have never felt more alone. We received this bear in 2022. Sorry it’s taken me so long to share your daughter’s named bear. Pls note it’s never left our side and remains watching over her and her little rainbow brother. 💜❤️🌻
Me and partner have been trying for 2 years to start our family and unfortunately have gone through 2 pregnancies both ending in miscarriage, this bear will be cherished and passed on to our rainbow baby when we are lucky enough to hold them
We lost our son who was still born July 2023 then miscarried twins Jan 2024. Thankyou too Poppy’s parents, “my daughter Ella” and “Angel” for your beautiful bears in honour of your angels. I hope you understand how special this was to me knowing I wasn’t alone. Forever grateful for my bears. ❤
Today it dawned on me that I have lost my baby. I find comfort in this tiny bear that reminds of my baby’s existence. I may not have seen, touched nor did I hear any sound from her, but I know she is here with me and she’ll stay in my heart even after they have to surgically remove her from me. Thank you Isabelle May for the care and support your parents have extended to me and my husband. They did it out of love for you and I hope one day, when I am better, I can do the same for other parents that experience the loss of a child. Thank you
You are loved dearly. You are wanted. I hope you find your way back to your parents.
Thank you to the Guthrie family for donating our little Orla Rose’s bear. She was born on Thursday 5th December at 20 weeks. The bear has been a small comfort as it is one of our only tangible links to her and I have been sleeping with it and cuddling it through the day and night. The worst thing a parent could go through but we are humbled by the kindness of so many strangers and wonderful organisations during this horrible time. Thank you Billie for the bear donated in honour of your little life.
Thank you, parents of Carly, for the Bear of Hope we received in our darkest moment after giving birth to our baby girl at 18 weeks. We left the hospital room in tears, headed for home without our baby, and found Carly’s bear (and resource kit) hanging from the railing. The gesture of care and support brought a sense of connectedness and understanding, a sense that we were not alone. Thank you for helping us in our time of heartbreak.
Today our journey ended. Two and half years of fertility treatments, seven rounds of IVF, that we have done in silence with only the closet to us knowing this journey.
So this is our story I can’t possibly tell you what a bear meant to me/us today and will mean to us as we rebuild around the pain.
When we met, it wasn’t an instant love but it was fast I (F) was older 42 in fact, he had never planned on having children even though he was only 30. Within a few months I was diagnosed with early stage cancer I was lucky I recovered quickly and through every single bit of it he was there. It was then in that time we decided the only thing greater than our love would be to have a child of our own. And we conceived quickly and naturally, but suffered an early loss. Given my age we sought help, they could find absolutely no reason apart from age that this wouldn’t work for us, you name it we have done it. Finally the very last embryo made it, and with it our dream future was so much closer. Having had so many setbacks we chose to only tell our very closest and dearest people. When we saw the heartbeat my/our hearts were beyond full. I promised myself wouldn’t complain about the sickness or the effects of IVF hormones. I would take it all. But since I am here we know it made no difference.
I have been so grateful to have the best medical care team over the last few weeks, but as I arrived at the hospital today for the final medical stages of losing our baby the grief was overwhelming both for the loss of our baby and for the end of the journey. I couldn’t speak and simply sobbed uncontrollably, again my care team were amazing and a unit manager came in with a bear of hope bag, she only briefly explained the bag as she felt I was overwhelmed and I was on my way to theatre. She said I fully believe you need this, later when you have some strength you can look through it and know you are not alone. When I woke up still or again sobbing I was taken to a private room to be with my family and there on the shelf was the bag. I/we didn’t leave the hospital completely empty, I/we had been given this small bear that honoured two babies. And for the first time in last couple of weeks I didn’t feel quite so alone. This part of our journey has ended, the future we saw so fleeting is gone, we will build a new future and have different dreams. But as we hadn’t told many it didn’t feel fair or justified to be grieving especially when it’s a late first trimester loss, like everything else we have kept it to ourselves except for just a few people. Now a small bear has allowed me to know it was all real, our baby was real, the grief and the loss are real and we are not alone. In honouring Rylie and Roxi, you have given me the gift of honouring our baby we will never hold and there are no words that will ever convey our thanks for giving us this.
And there are no words that will ever convey how sorry I am for the loss of Rylie and Roxi.