A dream is a wish your heart makes

I would like to try to raise this money for a                  wonderful couple who deserve to be parents. They have been through so much heartache because of losing their precious baby boy Bertie to then be told Conceiving a child will come down to how financially well off they are and how deep their pockets are. Catt and Nathan have built their careers on working with young children, Catt has been the child minder to all 3 of my children over the last 8 years. She would truly be a  fabulous Mother  

Below  is Catt  and Nathan’s heartbreaking story. 

Our story


Nathan and I began dating way back in 1991 as school sweethearts, but it was not until we both met again as adults did our relationship take off romantically resulting in a marriage made in heaven. The natural next step was to start our own family. 


Christmas 2012 we found out we were pregnant for the first time leaving us over the moon. However, 8 weeks later I woke up one morning with severe stomach cramps, not knowing what was happening until later that day we received the devastating news we had miscarried. 


The next few months were really hard for us mentally and emotionally, until on the June 1st we found out we were pregnant again.


It wasn’t an easy pregnancy, I had bleeds a lot, and constantly had thrush which worries me, but the midwife kept telling me it was nothing to worry about so I just carried on.

The pregnancy was going okay, I was 7 months gone when another now regular test was done, except this time the results came back showing I was carrying a Group B strep. Again we were told it was not serious and nothing to be concerned about it just meant I’d need antibiotics when I was in labour. So again we just carried on.


A week later I had a painful weekend, cramping pains and generally uncomfortable, the next day I went into hospital for the standard gestational diabetes test so I mentioned that I was sore and we had another few tests. They said I had a urine infection and gave me some antibiotics for the uti. Things just seemed to be going from bad to worse, the next bit of news I received from the nurse  was about my flu jab, which she then decided not to give me as I’d been given antibiotics earlier.

Later that evening at 28 weeks pregnant my waters broke unexpectedly, I called the hospital straight way to let them know I was on my and that I was a Strep B carrier. 

I arrived at 7.30pm and was put up on a bed, about 8 different doctors/nurses came to see me and examine me and then at 11pm they decided that if the baby was going to come I would have to be transferred to Poole hospital as they didn’t have the facilities to look after him. So then I was put in an ambulance and sent straight to Poole, at no point did any doctor or nurse start me on the antibiotics they said I would need at the start. 

I had very little phone signal but finally managed to get hold of Nathan who was working in London to get him to come in, by the time he arrived in Salisbury I’d  already been moved to Poole!

After being in Poole about 20 minutes I went into labour, the next thing I knew someone said they couldn’t find the babies heart beat and then a very loud buzzer was being hit, people swarmed in from all angles, a nurse was sat on me and I was being wheeled at 90 mph down a corridor to surgery. 

I was woken up and told we saved you but we couldn’t save your baby. I closed my eyes and turned around, I had no idea what was going on.
Nathan had now arrived and was sat in the room I was wheeled into, I remember him telling the nurses of because they had taken my socks off and I didn’t like cold feet.

I was on a lot of drugs and it took a while to wake up and come round, I still didn’t really know what was happening at this point. 

Later that day they brought our baby in, he was the most beautiful little boy I’d ever seen, such a peaceful little face.

We named him Bertie Roux Clarke Kent-Sweetman.

We all stayed in hospital for a week. The hospital were amazing, we had a photographer come in and take photos of us all together, We had an amazing bereavement midwife, we were given so many keepsakes. Which now we treasure so so much.

There were many investigations into why I was moved, why Bertie died. They went on for nearly two years, the conclusions were put down to hospital neglect.

12 months after having Bertie were we’re given the all clear to start trying for another baby. 12 months later still no rainbow baby. So in April 2017 we decided we would go and see our GP, she referred us to the fertility clinic in Salisbury. I was put on the waiting list to have a laparoscopy to see if there had been damage to my tube during the emergency Caesarean.

October 2017 I had the laparoscopy, The results were unclear to me. The surgeon who did the operation told me there was no chance of falling pregnant naturally our only hope would be IVF. But our consultant said she’d done the operation wrong and I had one tube which was perfectly fine. We were put on clomid for 6 months but that didn’t work.

We were then referred to the ivf clinic and in July 2018 we were granted one round of IVF. February 27th 2019 I went into hospital for egg retrieval. The next day we had a call saying our embryo was doing well and had split nicely and they arranged for us to go back the next day to have it implanted.

The next day, an hour before we were due to leave we received a call from the embryologist saying our embryo hadn’t survived. We were heartbroken, I just fell on the floor and sobbed.

We went in to see our consultant and she kept saying “next time we will increase the doses and next time we’ll do this that and the other” Then she said oh you only got one funded round so you’ll have to pay next time.. in Salisbury IVF starts at £4,910 we won’t ever have that kind of money.

We have to come to terms with the fact we won’t ever be able to bring home a healthy baby without help.

We both work with early years children. Which makes it all so much harder watching other people’s children grown up everyday and putting on that happy face when someone tells you their pregnant gets harder every day.

My little boy would be starting school this year, I should be out buying his first school uniform.


~ A dream is a wish your heart makes ~