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  • Myocarditis Awareness

    Myocarditis awareness post❤️

    On the 1st of February I started realise that Amelia was becoming unwell she was being sick and was very tired I thought she had a sickness bug and I let her rest for the day. She had slept the whole of the Saturday I thought she would wake up Sunday a little bit more herself but she didn’t, she slept the whole of that day as well.

    When she eventually woke up around 4pm I noticed that her eyes had swelled up I didn’t really know what to think and called my mum she advised me to call 111 as she didn’t know what it could be I called them around 5pm and they told me a doctor would ring back within an hour. A doctor eventually rang me back as she advised me to take her to a&e within the hour.

    I got myself and Amelia ready and we headed straight up there, after seeing triage we was taken straight through to see a doctor and Amelia was given 2 sets of antihistamines as they was worried she had had an allergic reaction I told them that she hasn’t eaten anything or really drank for the past 2 days and I didn’t think it was that but they gave them anyway and we was left for a few hours before seeing another doctor. The doctor came round and we went through everything that had happened the last couple of days and she reassured us that Amelia would have just been suffering from a viral infection and she would get better within a few days but they wanted to keep her in over night in the acute short stay unit just to keep an eye on her swollen eyes and they wanted to check her urine.

    So after sleeplessness night trying to catch a urine sample we finally managed to get a small one at 8am the next morning so that was more then 12 hours without a wee. They came round and told me everything seemed clear and I needed to encourage her to stay awake and get up and play, my lifeless little girl could barley keep her eyes open there was no way she was going to get up and play but throughout the day I did take her over to the small play area they had but she just wanted to sleep.

    Hours had past and they still wasn’t sure what was going on with her so they decided to do some blood tests which came back normal apart from one level which was high and when a different doctor came round she explained that it was high because of her fluid intake I had told her that she hadn’t been drinking but she was dead set that she had come Ill because she was drinking to much and she wasn’t getting enough nutrients, she said she was going to prescribe some vitamins and print me off a information pack of the right foods to give and she could come home.

    I wasn’t happy about this at all and a few hours later another doctor came round I asked her how long Amelia was going to be like this and she said she would start getting better within 7-10 days once the virus had run it’s course. Hours had passed and I had no clue what was going on with her and her eyes were becoming more swollen and she was still so sleepy and very hard to wake up I decided to go home and get a change of clothes and Amelia stayed with her dad.

    When I got back her dad told me another doctor had been round and she wanted to take Amelia for a chest X-ray to see if they could see anything so around 11pm we was taken round to have it done then we was taken back to the short stay and was left there until 2.30am when the doctor who had suggest the X-ray came around the told me that Amelia’s heart was inflamed and she was dehydrated, they started her on a drip straight away and we was taken up the the high dependency unit.

    Her heart rate was sky high and she was like a rag doll. First thing the next morning we was taken down to the cardiac ward where they did a echo to see Amelia heart properly and that is when we was told Amelia had myocarditis! Myocarditis is Myocarditis is a rare, sometimes fatal disease charac- terized by inflammation of the heart muscle.

    The dis- ease can affect the muscle cells of the heart (myocytes), the heart valves and blood vessels, and the specialized electrical conduction pathways within the heart. When the muscle cells of the heart weaken from myocarditis, the heart chambers may enlarge. This form of heart disease is called dilated cardiomyopathy. Children with dilated cardiomyopathy may develop symptoms of heart failure, sometimes necessitating a heart transplant. Heart failure resulting from myocarditis-induced dilated cardiomyopathy is a significant cause of disability and death in children.

    We had a few cardiac doctors come round to see us and they was absolutely amazing with diagnosing what was actually wrong with her, the swelling around Amelia eyes was her heart failing and the fluid was leaking out of her body causing her eyes, hands and feet to swell and they wasn’t 100% sure the fluid wouldn’t go to her brain so she was watched very closely for the next 24 hours.

    She is now recovering and after 11 days in hospital and numerous bloods tests and echos we was allowed to come home with lots of medicine and hospital appointments. She’s on capapril which is supporting her heart function and hopefully in time her heart function will go back to normal. I would never liked to criticise the nhs as they did an incredible job making Amelia better but there is so much more a&e could of done by recognising this sooner as Amelia’s heart could of stopped had she been left any longer. People should be more aware of this condition as it could save lives we have been extremely lucky and I’m forever grateful! But please always go with your gut when it comes to your children because I believe parents always know best!❤️

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/ruby.taylor.167189

  • So Care Workers Don’t Deserve More Than Minimum Wage

    Couldn’t have put it better myself ❤️❤️❤️

    So care workers don’t deserve more than minimum wage because they “only sit around and make cups of tea for people” ?!?!? I can give you a list off the top of my head to show what care workers actually have to do, and I can bet it’s not even half of it.

    1) Washes

    2) Showers/baths

    3) Dressing

    4)Shaving

    5) Apply creams

    6) Brushing hair/teeth

    7)Changing incontinence pads

    8)Emotional support when they’re sad

    9)Giving them company, sometimes we’re the only people they see all day

    10)Giving medication, even the likes of controlled drugs (doing a nurses job on minimum wage

    11)Hoists, stand aids, getting the person from A to B

    12) Reassure them when they’re frightened, calming them down when they’re irritated

    13) Cleaning their homes

    14) Take them out to socialise

    15) Shopping calls

    16) Chase up medication

    17) Call GP’s when new medication/cream may be needed

    18)Arrange appointments

    19) Make their meals and drinks

    20) Catheter care

    21)Stoma care

    22) Answer all their emergency response calls

    23) Handle their finances, in some cases

    24) Remain calm and professional when they’re hurling verbal and sometimes physical abuse at you

    25) Apologise when they insult the care staff, even though it’s not our fault

    26) Take them to the hospital when needed

    27) Toilet calls

    28) Feeding them

    29) Turning them onto each side if bed ridden, to avoid sores

    30) Battling with 111 and Doctors when you know they need to be checked over

    31) Dementia care

    32) Alzheimers care

    33) Parkinsons care

    34) Many various illnesses and disease care

    35) End of life care

    36) Supporting families, reassuring them and keeping them informed of everything happening with their relative

    37) Dealing with family complaints and apologising even though the situation was often 99% out of your control

    38) Pushing people in wheelchairs, along with all their shopping bags when they’re out

    39) Acting fast when someone shows symptoms of a stroke, heart attack, fits, various other conditions

    40) Keeping people calm when they have fell, assuring them that help is on the way and they need to lay still as possible

    41) Recognising when the person you visit numerous times a week is acting out of sorts. Acting upon it and seeking advice because you KNOW that’s not their usual self.

    42) Having the patient of a saint. We’re busy, but we don’t and can’t rush. We go at their pace. Always

    43) Washing and drying, folding and ironing, putting away clothes

    44) Making sure they’re wearing their emergency help button, so that you’re confident they can press it should they need help once you’re gone. It’s not always easy. People can refuse, or throw it away.

    45) When a person won’t take medication they critically need, you have no solution, but you need to BE that solution. Figure out ways you can get them to converse with you and listen, so they will take the tablets that will keep their health stable.

    46) We’re sometimes verbally and physically abused. We get called all the names under the sun, sometimes we get punched, slapped, kicked and bit, they pull our hair or lash out. It’s not always their fault, illnesses can cause this behaviour. We just have to remove ourselves from the environment and report.

    47) We can go hours with no break

    48) Sometimes we have to hold our bladder for 2+ hours because we literally don’t have time for the toilet

    49) Our calls list is full, but someone calls for help, we need to find ways we can get to them as well as doing everything else we need to do

    50) We don’t complain. Our job is hard. Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we’re reduced to tears. We do it all for minimum wage, we know we deserve so much more, but we still do it anyway. Because we are care workers, and we genuinely do care 💗💗

  • Fun Fact Friday About Milk Making

    FUN FACT FRIDAY ABOUT MILK-MAKING. Did you know you grow more milk-making cells in your breasts with each pregnancy? So the more pregnancies you have, the more grapes (erhm.. I mean milk-making cells) you’ll have! 🍇

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    Were you a first time mom struggling with milk supply like me? I don’t think a day went by where I didn’t think about ways to at least keep up my supply.

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    Second time around? A BOUNTIFUL supply! Now there are many factors for this, but one is because the hormone changes that you go through in pregnancy help your body make more milk-making cells. So in addition to the ones you had from your last pregnancy, you’ll have some more!

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    Pretty neat huh? So if your breastfeeding journey didn’t work out the way you wanted to your first time, it likely won’t be the same the second time around (for many reasons, having more milk-making cells being one of them!) 🙌🏻

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    Credit https://www.facebook.com/breastfeeding.dietitian/

  • This Is What Plus Size Pregnancy Looks Like

    This is what plus size pregnancy looks like. ❤️

    I’m both excited and scared to share this picture. It shows no more skin (actually less) than my swim suit but putting my body out there like this is still hard. However, I want people, especially people who look like me, to see the power and beauty in a plus size pregnancy.

    It’s hard for us fat girls when it comes to pregnancy. There are a lot of preconceived notions that you can’t be fat and have a healthy pregnancy. You can’t be plus size and bring a baby into this world. Even when you do get pregnant, you don’t get the cute maternity clothes, the bump isn’t always what you expect and it’s a lot more months of people just wondering if you got fatter because your belly doesn’t look like other pregnant bellies. However, plus size pregnancies are normal, healthy and happen all the time. It feels like we don’t get to really celebrate our pregnant bodies the way other women get to.

    This photo is a testament to my body and the four pregnancies it has gone through. The first two did come with complications, ones that affect women of every size and were not related to my weight. My path to and through motherhood has not been easy. I have placed a child for adoption. I have spent over a year’s time with a child in the NICU. I have lost a child while caring for a newborn and now I get to welcome our rainbow baby into our family. This body has been through A LOT. I’m proud of it and the amazing children it has brought me.

    Plus size pregnancies are still worthy of being photographed and celebrated. If you have ever felt like your bump photos weren’t as cute as other people or shied away from maternity photos because you felt too big, I see you. Being pregnant and fat isn’t easy. You are worthy of celebrating your body, your pregnancy and all that comes with it. Big girls, own your bump! Who cares if it’s not the ‘cute bump’ other women get, you are going through all the same things and deserve the glory and the joy of celebrating your baby and your body.

    This may very well be my last pregnancy, so even though this bump isn’t ‘perfect’, it’s carrying my son and that is perfect to me. I’ve found the beauty in this plus size pregnancy and I hope so many other moms and moms to be struggling with body issues in pregnancy know that they are beautiful and that their belly is too. ❤️

    📸: Reverie Photo & Film

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/maureen.kiteley

  • Here’s To The Formula Feeding Mum

    Here’s to the formula feeding mom! The one who wants more than anything to breastfeed but her body doesn’t work like it should…to the one who had to go back to work and was too stressed to pump…to the one whose milk never came in…to the one fighting illness and on meds that aren’t safe for baby…to the one who tried and it just wasn’t her cup of tea…to the one that changed every little thing in her diet and baby still wasn’t happy with her milk.

    Yes we see you breastfeeding mama’s and we fully support you (in fact if you ask us, we are completely and utterly jealous of you) but this, THIS is for the formula feeding mama who is tired of the guilt and shame she feels every single time she makes a bottle – in public or at home, who struggles finding what formula is best for her baby’s sensitive stomach, or who feels as if she’s failed at motherhood before she’s even touched the surface! I see you. I understand your feelings. You are not a failure! Your formula milk is worth more than gold too 💛🍼🎰 #wendywrites #motherhood #formulafeeding

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/wendy.wygle

  • Confessions Of A Rainbow Baby

    Confessions of a rainbow baby

    A rainbow baby is a term used for a baby born after a miscarriage, stillborn or neonatal death. It’s used because it represents the beauty that can become of such a horrific storm. People don’t often understand that it’s not all beautiful though. They see your happy posts on social media and think “a happy ending” but in reality it doesn’t quite work that way. Much like an actual rainbow the clouds from the storm remain lingering despite the many breath-taking colours shining through them in their miraculous display.

    Being pregnant with a rainbow means checking the toilet paper for blood EVERY time you go to the bathroom. It means taking 50 pregnancy tests to make sure the line is getting darker. It means going to extremes to do ANYTHING to stay pregnant. Including medication, blood work, injections.. whatever your doctor thinks.

    It means holding your breath when they check for a heartbeat. It means frantically purchasing a home doppler to relieve your anxiety between appointments because the relief that comes from an appointment is temporary, 24 hours at best. It means sitting in a waiting room filled with women who have their innocence still in tact and envying them.. even though you’re pregnant too, you know you’ll never feel the pure bliss they do.

    Your mind is constantly wandering to the worst.. will this baby live? Do I dare buy baby clothes? It’s picking out a few cute things online and leaving them in the cart without cashing out because if you dare to get excited and actually buy it, it becomes another reminder. It’s trying to take everyone’s advice and “stay positive” but knowing positivity doesn’t change a damn thing. You cannot will a baby to live. If you could the one you lost would still be alive. It’s the struggle of bonding with the baby when they kick and immediately wondering if it’ll be the last one you’ll feel. It’s seeing their beautiful little face on an ultrasound and wondering if you’ll actually be granted the ability of holding them alive and breathing.

    It’s trying to overcome the fear as you approach the point of your loss..It’s progressing past the point of your loss and thinking oh God what if the baby dies now.. I can’t handle a loss THIS far.. but then I didn’t want to handle the last loss either.. it’s hitting viability and think there’s a chance now.. but then maybe there isn’t.. it’s knowing there is no safe zone until the baby is here.

    Then the day comes when your long awaited rainbow is born. You hold your breath, you don’t notice a single thing, you’re zoned into the sound.. waiting for it, that glorious scream.. ahhh there it is. The moment you’ve been waiting for.. relief washes over you. And for a moment you think finally.. this is it. Or is it?

    It doesn’t end there, no this is when the real mind fuck begins. This is when the constant back and forth happens. This is when you start staring at your baby, so incredibly thankful for this new human life that was long awaited and secretly breaking inside. You begin the constant battle of feeling happy and heartbroken all at the same time.

    It’s feeling guilty for that happiness and feeling guilty for still grieving the baby that’s gone. The sense of betrayal to your angel for “moving on” and the sense of betrayal to your rainbow for continuing to long for the baby that could have, should have been. It’s feeling damned either way.

    I find myself staring at my son, relishing in his existence and strangely being thankful for my daughter’s death because had she survived he simply wouldn’t be here. It is enough to tear a mother in half having those feelings. Trying to navigate life with a rainbow is trying.. exhausting. I still wonder daily if I’ll have to give him back. Will he catch a virus and never recover? Will something happen to my other children? The anxiety never ends.

    While life continues to march forward.. I’m in total and complete awe of the spectacular display my rainbow brings to me and my family; those clouds from the storm linger, and honestly I don’t know how long they’ll last. So I continue to carry on, looking up, lost in the beauty of the colors all while still stepping in the mud puddles of the storm.

    Written by L.L.

  • Awkward British Problems

    AWKWARD BRITISH PROBLEMS:

    🇬🇧Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

    🇬🇧Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

    🇬🇧The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

    🇬🇧Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

    🇬🇧 Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

    🇬🇧 Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

    🇬🇧 Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

    🇬🇧 Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

    🇬🇧 Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

    🇬🇧”You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

    🇬🇧 Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

    🇬🇧 “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

    🇬🇧 The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

    🇬🇧 Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

    🇬🇧 Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

    🇬🇧 Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

    🇬🇧 Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

    🇬🇧 Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

    🇬🇧 Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

    🇬🇧 Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

    🇬🇧 Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

    🇬🇧 Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

    🇬🇧 Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

    🇬🇧 Loudly tapping your fingers at the cash point, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

    🇬🇧 Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

    🇬🇧 Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

    🇬🇧 Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

    🇬🇧 Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

    🇬🇧 The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

    🇬🇧 The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

    🇬🇧 “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

    🇬🇧 Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”

    🇬🇧 Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”

    🇬🇧 Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best

    🇬🇧 Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door.

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  • Embarrassing Mom Moment Of The Month

    Embarrassing Mom moment of the month 😶

    I have all three children with me at Walmart and the worst happened.

    My belly started gurgling and I needed to use the potty… Nope I’m not talking about pee-pee. I’m sure all my moms out there can agree that it is not a pleasant experience toting children into a public bathroom with you. I’m rushing all of them into the biggest stall (ha, rushing? I really meant shoving them because they want to be as slow as humanly possible. While touching everything on the way in there). As I finally get all of them into the stall I clip Lyric into the little chair thing as fast as I can. I hollered for her brother’s to stay right next to her, grab a toilet seat cover and plop down. As I breathe a sigh of relief that I made it, this is the very loud conversation my children had in the echoing public bathroom;

    Landon- Wow Mom you really needed to poop bad! What did you eat?

    Liam- I think Mom ate poop because it smells like poop really bad

    Random shopper- *giggling*

    Me- Boys, be quiet right now!

    Landon- Mom, is it diarrhea or just poop?

    Liam- it’s probably diarrhea because she needed to go really bad!

    THEN IT HAPPENED!!!….

    Landon- *Yells so loud it echoes 10× over!*

    COURTESY FLUUSHHHHH!

    Liam- *almost in a song* Courtesy Fluuuuuush!

    I don’t know how many Random Shoppers but for sure more than one- *laughing out loud*

    Me- 😨😭😲

    After I finished, I waited for a while hoping everybody that witnessed what happened had already left. I walk out of the bathroom and I noticed a pair of familiar shoes from the stall that was next to us standing outside the bathroom. Then as if it wasn’t already bad enough Landon looks up at me and says, “Mom do you feel better? I always feel better after I take a good poop.” 😕

    Oh nothing is sweeter than a child’s honesty 😣

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/lacy.davison.7

  • Did You Chop Your Finger Off?

    FAQ:

    >Did u chop ur finger off? – YES

    >Did it/Does it hurt? – YES

    >I’m a medical professional, this is fake – FIND A NEW CAREER

    >I’m a medical professional, this is infected – FIND A NEW CAREER

    >Why? – I like it, I enjoy how it looks.

    >That can’t be why, seriously? – There is no deeper meaning to it, I liked it, I thought about it a while & then I done it.

    >Who’s Tim? – No idea?!?

    >Bet ur hand jobs are terrible now – No worse then before, I’m right handed.

    >Ur tattoos are fucked now, ha! – No, it now says ‘SHOW TIME’ & ‘MODIFIE’ (D).

    >Who done it? – I did.

    >How? – Bolt cutters.

    >Did u film it? – Yes.

    >Will u release the video? – Undecided

    >Bet u went straight on disability allowance – No, I went straight bk to work.

    >Can u feel any phantom pain? – Not yet, but it’s early days.

    >I think it’s fucking stupid – I didn’t ask.

    >I’m entitled to my opinion – Yes, but I didn’t ask.

    >Its so ugly tho – Ur Opinion is irrelevant to me, but thanks.

    >Bet u regret that? – Obviously not. It’s amazing!! 😍😍

    >Do u miss it? – Not yet.

    >Are u mental? – Probably, but it’s working for me. 😏

    In conclusion;

    I do these things for myself. It’s not hurting ANYBODY else. I chose to document them on Facebook because I want to share the experience with my friends.

    Do u have to understand it? No.

    Do u have to like it? No.

    Do u have to be offended by it? No.

    Do u have to follow my page & look at it? – No

    All reactions to my life choices are valid. . . but remember they are only valid to you.

    YES, ur entitled to ur opinion. I have no problem with u voicing ur view.

    NO, I won’t care what ur opinion is.

    YES, you can share my pictures all u want. I don’t mind.

    Have a great day all! 😘😘

    Credit Torz Reynolds

  • If You Kill An Unborn Child You Cannot Be Charged

    Jamies Bill:

    Our aim is to put a legislation into place or change the child destruction act (1929) that was made regarding backstreet abortions that used to take place, in the eyes of the law your child does not count as a victim of any crime unless your pregnancy has passed the 24 week gestation period, this means if you kill an unborn child you cannot be charged with the murder of that child, you cannot be charged with assaulting an unborn child.

    Many suffers of domestic abuse and those who have been assaulted have had premature labour induced as a result of this, premature labour carries many risks in itself however the perpetrator who committed this crime will not be charged with any extra assault charges or murder if the incident that took place happened before the 24 week mark, morally i know many will disagree with this however in the eyes of the law your child is not a person yet and therefore the perpetrator has not committed any offence by killing it and the only charges they will carry are those committed against the mother of the child.

    The law doesn’t see your child as a person until 24 weeks. A childs heart starts beating 22 days after conception, the heart beat is visible onscreen after 5 weeks, by 16 weeks you can find out the babies sex. Children should be recognised as life when their heart starts beating, the gestation time stated in the law should be moved to 16-18 weeks as that is when a baby stops being an “it” and starts becoming a “he” or a “she” this is when babies start becoming an individual and so this is when babies should be recognised as life. A new legislation needs to be put into place to protect those lives that can not yet protect themselves. So many mothers don’t get the privilege of raising the child that grew inside them due to no fault of their own, its a privilege every mother deserves and yet not every one gets to have.

    Here in the UK we do not yet have a law that covers crimes against unborn children before 24 weeks, the “unborn victims of violence act” under American law recognised unborn babies as victims of homicide at ANY stage of development not just 24 weeks and onwards. A similar legislation practiced by 38 states called “foeticide” also recognises those under 24 weeks as victims of crime.

    The child destruction act covers abortions after 24 weeks however abortion is legal under the Abortion act 1967 so adding a further legislation similar to the “unborn victims of violence act” does not directly effect abortion laws as the act protects those against CRIMES and due to the Abortion act- abortion is not a CRIME and therefore any who have an abortion before the 24 week mark stated in the law cannot be charged with the violence act as they have not committed a crime but any abortions after the 24 week mark is an offence in itself. I strongly believe we should put this “unborn victims of violence act” into practice to protect those lives who cannot yet protect themselves, any babies who die as a result of abuse, assault or any other related crimes should be recognised in a court of law. The law should put away abusers, assaulters and anyone else who causes a death of a baby after 16-18 weeks. The most basic human right is that everyone has the right to live and so real jail time needs to be available to everyone and anyone who takes this away especially from a defenceless child, together we can ensure that justice gets served for all the babies lost whilst their mother struggled against another, child destruction shouldn’t be so lenient, a life is a life and should be recognised as such by everyone

    Change the requirements for chargeable offences under the child destruction act or add the “unborn victims of violence act” to protect the lives of the innocent.

    https://www.change.org/p/the-government-change-the-law-on-child-destruction?utm_content=cl_sharecopy_18091795_en-GB%3Av5&recruiter=1019269408&recruited_by_id=636ca000-085f-11ea-9188-49f4043e48a7&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink&utm_campaign=psf_combo_share_initial&share_bandit_exp=initial-18091795-en-GB&share_bandit_var=v1