Breaking bad news is not something I'm very good at. I'm not blessed with soft introductory phrases and tend to tell it how it is - straight out. And so it is that I have to tell you of the unimaginable sadness of today.
Our next grandchild was this morning stillborn to our youngest daughter. She and her partner were told that the baby had died and I stayed with her while birth was induced. He was so lovely - a perfect baby - but one who was just not meant to be. We have all cried buckets and I'm sure there are plenty more to come.
The reason for the baby's death was abruption of the placenta - the placental lining separated from the uterus. Our daughter is doing well but has had blood transfusions and continues to be monitored very closely.
Today has been harrowing but amidst the tears, the disappointment and the tragedy of it all, I have felt terribly proud of our daughter. She behaved impeccably and made it very easy for the midwives to care for her, thanking them at all stages. Indeed I've felt proud of all my children and their ability to weather this storm. It's by no means over but as ever I know they'll pull through it together.