My name is Amy, and alongside running Wellsies Pet Treats, I am a mum to three boys who are no longer here: Elliot, Finley and Teddy.

Elliot and Finley died fifteen and fourteen years ago, and in July 2026, my husband Charlie and I lost our son Teddy following a devastating diagnosis of Trisomy 18 and multiple abnormalities.

For many years, I believed I had dealt with my earlier losses because I had continued with life. I returned to work, raised my family, built a career and kept moving forward. But during my pregnancy with Teddy, I began experiencing symptoms that I now understand in the context of my diagnosed PTSD. His loss brought me face to face with grief and trauma I had spent years trying to live around.

I began writing as a way of processing my thoughts and finding the words I had struggled to say for so long. I wanted to tell the truth about my boys, the decisions no parent ever imagines having to face, and the silence that can surround baby loss and termination for medical reasons.

What began as a way of getting thoughts out of my head became my book, Three Little Heartbeats.

I wrote it, finished it and self-published it on Amazon. After fifteen years of struggling to speak openly about my babies, seeing their story available to the public was one of the proudest moments of my life.

Not because I had turned tragedy into something positive. I would give anything to have my three boys here instead.

But because I had finally found my voice.

Why I Share My Story

Through my book and my Three Little Heartbeats conversations, I share honest experiences of baby loss, TFMR, PTSD, grief and life afterwards.

I talk about the things people often don't know how to say: the guilt, the triggers, the nightmares, the pressure to return to normal, and the way grief can affect relationships and everyday life.

I am not a counsellor or a medical professional. I am a mother sharing my lived experience while I am still living it.

My hope is that another parent who has received a devastating diagnosis, come home from hospital without their baby, or carried grief silently for years might find something in my words that helps them feel a little less alone.

There is no right way to grieve, and there is no timeline for learning to live alongside the loss of your baby. You do not have to justify your grief, and you do not have to stop loving or remembering your child in order to continue living.

The Connection With Wellsies

Wellsies began with my love of dogs, but my experiences have given me an even deeper understanding of the companionship and connection they bring into our lives.

After losing Finley, I got my soul dog, Ronnie, just two weeks later. He became my constant companion through one of the darkest periods of my life, giving me routine, comfort and a reason to get up on days when everything felt overwhelming.

Losing Ronnie in March was another significant loss, and it reminded me how deeply animals can become connected to the chapters of our lives.

That connection continues to influence Wellsies. Alongside making dog treats, I want to celebrate the meaningful time we spend with our dogs through baking, activities and shared experiences.

For me, Wellsies is about more than the products we sell. It is about companionship, joy and the connection between dogs and their humans.

Three Little Heartbeats

My book, Three Little Heartbeats, shares my experience of losing Elliot, Finley and Teddy, and the journey of finding my voice after years of silence.

It is a personal account of love, loss, TFMR, trauma and life after baby loss, written in the hope that another bereaved parent may feel understood and less alone.

Finding Support

If you have experienced the loss of a baby, please know that your baby matters and your grief deserves to be acknowledged.

My writing and videos are shared from personal experience and are not a substitute for professional mental health or bereavement support. If you need support, organisations such as Sands and Tommy’s offer information and resources for bereaved families.

You are welcome to read, listen or simply know that someone else understands some of the feelings you may be carrying.

For fifteen years, I struggled to find the words to talk about my babies. This year, I wrote a book about them and put those words into the world.

And I hope those words might help somebody else find theirs. 🤍