The day that I was dreading, the day I didn’t want to have to go through, was finally here. It was the day of Frankie’s funeral. My husband and I had been on autopilot over the last few days organising everything, deciding on...
Read MoreDuring the few days leading up to Frankie’s funeral I can only describe them as being in “limbo land”. I can’t even put into words how I felt, except that I was there but not there, living but not living, present but not...
Read MoreThe hardest thing I have ever, ever had to do in my life was walk out of the Worcestershire Royal Hospital without my son, and with a memory box. My husband and I woke up at 7am and the midwife on duty bought us some toast and...
Read MoreDavid said he would come back at 3.30pm to bless and baptise Frankie, and then left us so we could spend some time together. All I wanted to do was hold Frankie, and eventually the epidural had worn off enough that I was...
Read MoreI opened my eyes at 3.00am just as Samantha was giving me another check. At this point I’d had a bit of show and my waters broke, so she said it wouldn’t be very long until I was ready to give birth to Frankie. My husband rang...
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Frankie was a small pebble dropped into the lake of life…but his ripple will be felt forever…
My blog “Frankie’s Legacy: Love, Loss Grief & Recovery” focuses on raising awareness of early pregnancy loss, stillbirth, neonatal death, cleft lip/palate and rare chromosome disorders.
My much loved and much wanted son Francesco “Frankie” Enrico Ventura was born sleeping on 29/11/2013 and had a severe cleft lip/palate, talipes and an extremely rare chromosome disorder (chromosome 15 duplication syndrome).
This blog focuses on my journey as an empty armed mother, and about how I am surviving stillbirth, celebrating Frankie and creating his lasting legacy as best I can.
