‘I felt good – and then I was told her heart had stopped’

Katie Ingram was 39 weeks pregnant when she received the news that no parent-to-be wants to hear: her baby was dead. Here, she recalls the harrowing story of losing her daughter

Every day in the UK about 15 babies die before, during or just after birth

One in four pregnancies will end in miscarriage and nine babies are stillborn every day in the UK, yet there is still enormous taboo around speaking openly about pregnancy loss. Baby Loss Awareness Week 2019 takes place from Wednesday 9 October to Tuesday 15 October.

In April 2019 I became a mother to a little girl, Ottilie Eve Ingram. My husband and I had waited a long time to become parents. We didn’t find each other until I was in my early thirties and then, after years of tests, scans and “waiting to see what happens”, we finally had the enlightening diagnosis of unexplained infertility. Six years after we married, we fell pregnant from our second round of IVF.

My pregnancy went well, I was healthy and active and felt good throughout it. I was so desperately happy to be pregnant at all that I never saw any reason to complain about aches and pains or my wriggly little baby using my bladder as a trampoline. A combination of my age (I turned 41 in March) and the IVF conception meant that I was monitored as a high-risk pregnancy. A few extra scans raised some small concerns but essentially, all was well. At 39 weeks pregnant we arrived bright and early at the hospital to be induced; we were about to become parents.

But from the first bedside scan that morning it quickly became clear that something wasn’t right. We were moved to a side ward and, as I lay on a bed surrounded by concerned looking doctors and midwives, we were told something we had never even considered: her tiny heart had stopped beating. This sentence opened the door to a deluge of grief. I realised then that I would never know the colour of my daughter’s eyes, that I’d never know the sound of her cry; never feed her, change her or read her a bedtime story. I am her mother but I will never mother her.

The trauma of being told your baby has died is just too huge to process. An avalanche of questions burst through my brain as I tried to make sense of what we were being told. How, why, when, what next? We were given a support pack from the Sands charity within an hour of the final scan. The brutal reality of what we were facing was presented to us via pamphlets titled “Deciding about a post-mortem examination” and “Deciding about a funeral for your baby”. The next few weeks of our lives were starkly laid out.

We breathed in the air and felt the presence of Ottilie in the warmth of the sun

When I felt strong enough, we left the hospital. We had spent as much time as we could with our precious, silent girl. Our families had seen her too, kissed her head and tweaked her nose as if she were sleeping. We all marvelled at her huge feet and long legs. The blossom had burst into life on the trees outside whilst we had been dealing with our unimaginable loss. We took comfort from the trees lining our path home with blush pink petals, we breathed in the air and felt the presence of Ottilie in the warmth of the sun.

Going through the motions of real life felt so futile in those early days. There seemed little point without her. Together we found a routine we didn’t want but needed in order to gain structure when everything else felt so out of our control. I clung to the safety of our home in the hope that maybe someone would call and tell me there had been a mistake. Every morning the ordeal of remembering that our baby had died repeated itself. We both had nightmares.

Two nights before her funeral we rounded the corner of our high street and I realised with a crushing wave of grief that our baby girl was laying in the funeral parlour we were approaching. I couldn’t breathe as I thought about her there, without me. I felt like a bad mother for forgetting where she was. I felt like I had let her down, again. It brought into sharp focus that I was never going to hold her again.

The admin of death is always awful. Funeral planning, registering, informing everyone is hard. It’s harder still when you are making choices for a baby who never drew breath. The pain is acute and decisions we found ourselves making were impossible to imagine. How intrusive do we want the post-mortem to be? Not at all, but we need to know why. Do we want a burial or cremation? Neither, but you have to choose one. Which plot at the burial ground do we like? None of them; I want to tuck our baby in at night not visit her grave.

In the four days I was in hospital, 60 other families in this country heard the same awful news I did

Along this road we kept meeting people who chose to share their own experiences with us. Some we knew and others we didn’t but they wanted to show solidarity in our pain: “It happened to me too.” I gradually began to realise that although I felt so isolated by our loss I was far from alone. Every day in the UK about 15 babies die before, during or just after birth. In the four days I was in hospital, 60 other families in this country heard the same awful news I did. When we registered the stillbirth of Ottilie our registrar told us that he too was a parent to a stillborn child.

Almost six months on, we are both feeling stronger. We are both back at work navigating the good days and the bad as we try to make sense of our lives without Ottilie. We have moved on from taking each hour as it comes, to each day. Occasionally, we are met by well-meaning questions about our baby from people who haven’t yet heard our news: the dentist, the barber, the distant colleague – and when we are, the grief can catch us off-guard.

But mostly, the waves of grief come less often, the nightmares don’t haunt us every single night and we are gradually beginning to find our “new normal” without Ottilie; changed forever by our experience. I just hope that telling our story provides a small glimmer of support for parents going through what we have. Nothing will bring our baby back but perhaps talking about our experience can help someone else to feel less alone.

If you have been affected by any of the issues raised in this article, you can contact stillbirth and neonatal death charity Sands on 0808 164 3332 or email The helpline is open from 9.30am to 5.30pm Monday to Friday, and until 9.30pm on Tuesday and Thursday evenings

You can also find bereavement support at The Lullaby Trust by calling 0808 802 6868 or emailing