When death comes knocking at your door on some idle Tuesday afternoon.

At 32 and a mum of young children you shouldn’t be at a funeral directors choosing what clothes to bury your husband in or standing in a room of caskets deciding which to buy to lay him to rest in. This is my story of how I came to be in this moment and my journey with grief. I hope one day if my kids ever want to know more detail about what happened they read this. This is also for them. Who knows when or if the time will ever be right for them to read this.

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A need for improved infrastructure to support parents with disabilities and for the collection of concrete data on children born to parents with disabilities to assist government planning and policy.

What does the current data show us. That's the problem, there is potentially is no current concrete figures on women with disabilities accessing maternity care, birth outcomes, pregnancy complications and whether adequate infrastructures are in place for best birth outcomes and minimise removal rates. Removal rates are sketchy and studies on this matter insufficient in... Continue Reading →

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