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Miscarriage tattoos: a beautiful tribute


There is nothing that can compare to the pain of losing a child. It’s an experience that stays with a parent forever, so it’s no wonder many mothers and fathers who suffer miscarriages decide to get a lasting memento of their loss. Miscarriage tattoos are a permanent and beautiful way of keeping a part of your lost baby close forever. They’re unique and can be personalised in whatever way you want. 

It’s a fitting way to celebrate their short lives, to keep them in your heart, whether you go big and bold or small and discreet. Each tattoo is a personal piece of what it means to be a parent.

Infant loss and miscarriage is an understandably difficult topic to bring up, but it’s so important to get the conversation going. Ultimately these experiences shape the rest of your life. So, it’s vital to talk and support each other – you’re not alone.

We’ve found some beautiful tattoos that both capture the grief, and memorialise the children that they loved and lost.

Delicate petals

Meaningful quote


This month has been very hard. This month is also Pregnancy & Infant loss awareness month. This is also the month we would’ve been bringing home our baby. October 13th was my due date...I keep thinking back to my miscarriage. It doesn’t feel like it’s been months since it happened. I still remember that pain. I still remember being in the hospital for hours and hours crying and praying that my baby was ok. I still remember running out of my doctors office crying because I couldn’t see all the pregnant women in the waiting room. The drive home with my husband was the longest drive of my life. I was crying, I was angry, I was heartbroken. My husband was heartbroken. We think about our baby all the time. I carried you every second of your life and I will love you every second of mine. We need to break the silence. Help us remember our babies gone too soon. #octoberpregnancyandinfantlossawarenessmonth #octoberpregnancylossawareness #miscarriageawareness #miscarriagesupport #miscarriagetattoo

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Miscarriage ribbon

Forever connected 

Floral ribbon

A mother's loss


I’m struggling at the moment. ⁣ It’s 2 years this month since we last had a miscarriage. ⁣ 2 years of secondary infertility. ⁣ 2 years of waiting for a rainbow while being stuck in the rain. ⁣ ⁣ Sometimes I think I would go back to a time where we never got pregnant, never lost babies, never felt the heartbreak that we have. ⁣ ⁣ But it’s not true, I would do it all again just to feel the love for bump and Chris that I felt, even just for a short time. ⁣ ⁣ There are times that I miss spending all day with my head stuck down the toilet because morning sickness was intense. ⁣ There are times that I miss falling asleep on the sofa half way through tea because feeling tired was an understatement. ⁣ There are times that I miss crying at every advert on the tv, because I was an emotional mess. ⁣ ⁣ I miss it all, I miss feeling complete, like a proper family. Feeling excited, falling even more in love with Chris. Feeling so protective and in love with someone I hadn’t even met yet. Even though I had such fear and anxiety of appointments and scans I still miss the excitement bubbling away in the pit of my stomach. ⁣ ⁣ So many things I want and would change. ⁣ So many scenarios pop into my head at the moment. ⁣ So many missed moments. ⁣ ⁣ You’ll always be my greatest ‘what if’💔⁣ ⁣ I can’t wait for some more normality soon, because lockdown has made me a moody, grumpy, hormonal mess😂🤷🏻‍♀️ ⁣

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Perfect peony

Peas in a pod


You would have been 3 today my sweet peas. You guys were a secret. No one knew until after we had lost you. We didn’t want to jinx anything. You guys went to a Florida Georgia Line concert where daddy and I cried listening to Cole Swindel sing “You should be here” because we missed big brother so much. Daddy and I took you guys to Washington DC, New York City, and Salem. We lost you sometime on that trip. I don’t know when, I just remember being in pain at the same time each night. I chalked it up to round ligment pain, nope. I remember being scared to fly, scared to walk too much, scared to eat or drink the wrong thing, scared to sleep in the wrong position, scared my pants were too tight, scared of falling in the busy NYC subway crowds, scared of every little thing because we had already lost a sweet baby. I just wanted to protect you two the way I couldn’t protect your brother. I tried so hard to tell myself it wouldn’t happen again but it’s like my heart knew what my mind wouldn’t let me. Your daddy knew somehow that there were two of you. It’s like the higher power told him in a dream. I tried not to get that close. I didn’t even know we could have twins until I saw two of you on that screen. So small. Snuggled together. Same sac. My mo mo twins. I found comfort in knowing the two of you had each other in your final moments but once again so betrayed by my body because I would never hold you and I had once again failed to protect my babies. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. There isn’t a moment that lingers where I don’t say I love you. I was angry the day we found out we lost you. I’m angry today. Grief comes in stages. Though mine often feels like a whirlwind. It never stops spinning. I’m angry. I don’t understand. I can’t operate at the level I once did because a big piece of me is missing. I’m supposed to be the mother to 4 people but 3 of them are dead. I try to imagine your faces but my mind only lets me see the two of you holding hands dancing in a meadow. Your laughter makes me cry. It should fill the walls of our home. Ignorant people even therapists will tell me that I can’t live in the past and continued in comments👇🏻

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Flying birds



Today is Mother's Day. I made the calls and I sent out all the texts and Facebook posts, but then I take a few minutes by myself and become a complete mess and cry my eyes out. My day didn't start off with little feet or hugs or "happy mother's day, mommy!". It started just like any other day, but with a heavier weight on my chest than normal. This year, my little one would be turning 4 in October but instead I will light a candle by myself. There is a silent grief that I carry every single day but today when we celebrate mother's, I can't help but feel such deep emptiness and utter sadness for what could have been. My miscarriage is a part of me but it does not define me. I have it tattooed on my wrist as a daily reminder of the strength I have in myself to keep myself above water. #1in4 #miscarriage #miscarriageawareness #miscarriagesurvivor #miscarriagetattoo #miscarriagemomma #bereavedmothersday #bereavedmother

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 Endless love


On this day last year I was in the car on the way to my first pregnancy scan after having barely slept due to being so excited. I was ready to film the experience so I could share with my parents the moment where I first heard the flutterings of my babies heartbeat. Nothing on this planet could have prepared me for the look on the ladies face as she scanned me silently and then turned to me and said “I’m so sorry Amy there’s no heartbeat”. In that moment my entire world fell apart and it hasn’t been the same since. I feel like there is a lot of pressure on women when they miscarry to “just get over it”. You’re constantly told things like 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage or “well at least you got pregnant” - whilst a lot of people are well intentioned when saying these things they’re not helpful. I don’t care that I got pregnant, I care that I wasn’t able to successfully carry my pregnancy and have a baby in my arms to show at the end of it. To any woman who has experienced this loss who is reading this, it’s ok to not be ok. A year and lots of therapy later, I’m certainly not over it, I don’t think I ever will be but that’s ok, you learn to live with the pain and grief. There will always be a million what ifs and every “anniversary” or due date feels like a knife in your womb but you just pick up the pieces of your broken heart and you carry on. Today I carry the tattoo on my arm that lays next to my heart, to remind me of the 2 babies I lost last year and the ring on my finger with my babies birthstone. While they give me some small comfort neither of these things will ever replace the yearning I had and still have to hold my baby in my arms. As the engraving in my ring says “In my heart instead of my arms” 💔💔

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Having worked across a variety of magazines, on topics from food to travel to horses, Stephanie now works as a Digital Writer for Mother&Baby online. 

She loves taking her lurcher puppy Moss for long walks in the country, and spending time with her niece and two nephews. In her spare time she writes fiction books and enjoys baking (her signature bake is lemon drizzle cake).

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