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Birth, babies and boxes of memories

What parents keep to trigger memories of their baby’s early days ranges from photos and christening gowns to medical paraphernalia and placentas. With recent thoughts of her son’s difficult birth in mind, Erin Beeston explores her family’s 19th- and 20th-century baby keepsakes.

Words by Erin Beestonphotography by Naomi Williamsaverage reading time 6 minutes

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Photograph of a mother holding her baby son taken through the glass of a window. The two are looking down, their heads slightly bowed. The mother has a smile on her face and the baby has a dummy in his mouth. The scene around them is fairly abstract and dream-like due to the reflections, but part of an open front door can be seen, along with brickwork and green foliage.
Erin Beeston with her son. © Naomi Williams for Wellcome Collection.

Something for the memory box,” said the midwife as she handed over my baby’s ECG pads, a device that measure the electrical activity generated by the heart as it contracts, wires hanging from plastic circles decorated with animals and teddy-bear illustrations.

The ‘memory box’ is a common and curious feature of our material lives, made to collect keepsakes, to ignite reminiscence. Baby memory boxes are a unique form of collecting that I have found to be charged with emotion, whether that’s collecting objects related to my own children or rediscovering my family’s treasures.

In my experience, collecting for the memory box was an active impulse rather than a retrospective decision – an urge to save the precious memory of my child’s first hours, encouraged by healthcare professionals.

Alongside strong maternal emotions, recollecting birthing also brings distress and trauma; I certainly did not expect to bring my son home with medical paraphernalia other than his hospital wristband. I still feel lucky that my baby spent just three days in neonatal intensive care, only needing observation.

Photographic diptych. The image on the left shows a baby's hospital wrist band and monitoring band resting on a dark wooden tabletop. The large tag has a line drawing of a sheep on it with a small padded cuff. The image on the right shows a white rectangle of paper, also resting on a dark wooden tabletop. On the paper are the wires and pads from a baby ECG monitoring equipment. On the pads are small line drawings of animals.
Hospital memorabilia from the birth of Erin's son. © Naomi Williams for Wellcome Collection.

Unexpected hospital memorabilia given “for the memory box”. On the left, a neonatal blood-pressure cuff, and on the right, ECG wires and electrodes.

Other objects I gathered over our few days in hospital included his first photograph, taken by a nurse. This is hard to look at now, a reminder that unlike my older boy, I could not hold him and enjoy a messy first photograph on the labour ward. The wires and tubes visible in the picture make his fresh newborn body seem especially vulnerable.

I also kept our comfort squares – a pair of knitted squares that I swapped between dressing-gown pockets and my boy’s incubator, so we had each other's scent. A beautifully simple gesture with an underlying use – apparently keeping this close helps with bonding and milk supply. I was touched by these kinds of objects, often thinking of the parents of ill or premature babies whose lives revolved around ward visits and care given through glass.

With these memories fresh, I returned to boxes and albums of my family's babies and uncovered various keepsakes. You may encounter similar, sometimes surprising, upsetting or even shocking objects; here is how I felt about objects imbued with the precarity of birth.

Photographic diptych. The image on the left shows an open baby record book from the 1980s resting on a dark wooden tabletop. On the open page can be seen the statistics for the new born baby, date of birth, weight and length. Behind the open book is another more modern baby record book with a red plastic cover just visible. The image on the right shows a white knitted square and a blue knitted square resting on a dark wooden tabletop. The blue square on top overlaps the white square slightly. Each square has a different pattern knitted into it.
Baby record book from the 1980s and comfort squares from Erin and her baby's time in hospital. © Naomi Williams for Wellcome Collection.

Erin’s baby record book from the 1980s in front of her own son's modern “red book”, alongside the knitted comfort squares Erin and her son shared during his time in the incubator.

Brief lives remembered

Among my grandmother’s treasured objects, I discovered the baptism certificate of my late father, John, born prematurely on 5 August 1951 at the Jessop Hospital for Women, Sheffield. My grandmother, Doris, suffered multiple miscarriages and stillbirths – I remember her quietly confiding in me about these when I was around 12.

John was baptised in his incubator aged just 11 days. I remember the story well, along with details of how prematurity accounted for his poor vision and his deep-set eyes. Viewing the document took me by surprise – I still found it upsetting despite knowing the positive outcome of the hospital stay.

I noticed the term “clinically baptised” on the certificate, a reminder that a conventional christening in church was deferred. It is common practice for Christians to baptise ill babies, ready to be received by God. I instantly felt empathy with my grandmother; how frightening it must have been baptising her infant, who survived childbirth only to be presumed unlikely to live.

On the final page of the album, following photographs taken in studios of mostly men in formal attire, I was surprised to encounter the unmistakable sight of a lifeless baby.

Photographic diptych. Both images show an open family photograph album resting on a tabletop covered in other memorabilia such as loose photographs, small boxes and keepsakes. The image on the left shows an old family album with two sepia prints mounted one on each page. The print on the left page shows a Victorian era man wearing a collar and tie. The print on the right page shows a Victorian era woman standing in a formal studio setting in a long dress. The image on the right shows a modern family album open on a page with several photographs showing the birth of a new baby in hospital and the first time it met its mother, father and wider family.
Family photograph albums, past and present, with other memorabilia and keepsakes. © Naomi Williams for Wellcome Collection.

Treasured photograph album belonging to Erin’s ancestor Nathan Taylor, who carried it with him when he emigrated to America, alongside Erin’s own family scrapbook showing her eldest son's first moments in hospital.

My mother’s family also left mementos, from christening gowns to a grand family album of Victorian ancestors. On the final page of the album, following photographs taken in studios of mostly men in formal attire, I was surprised to encounter the unmistakable sight of a lifeless baby. Two photographs: one close-up of the baby lying limp against a white sheet, another with the child on her mother’s knee.

The mother is wearing a buttoned, dark-coloured dress, her face grave. The baby is held in her arms, like a living infant, but the stiffness and the eyes betray the reality of the image. Post-mortem photographs were adopted in the 19th century, following on from the Memento mori (meaning ‘remember that you must die’) cultural tradition.

Here, a professional photographer from Oldbury, West Midlands, has captured their images. With some help from my mother, we discover that this is Lucrecia, born on 14 April 1895 and dying on 6 June 1895. It was her younger brother, Joseph, who later recorded her birth and curated the photographs in the album.

Silver spoons and pickled placentas

Objects from my own birth remind me very strongly of place. My mother kept a slim, soft-cover baby-record book containing details of medical appointments, its silver cover depicting toddlers playing. This now seems scant in detail compared to the thick, NHS-issue red books I have for my sons.

Photograph of a mother holding her baby son taken in a bedroom setting. The mother is looking to camera smiling. The baby has his arms outstretched looking down to the ground. Behind them is a large window through which light is flooding in. Also in the background is a tall wardrobe with a mirror and stacks of boxes and summer hats on top, next to a patterned wallpapered wall. Beside them is a cot with a changing mat resting on top is just visible.
Erin Beeston with her son. © Naomi Williams for Wellcome Collection.

Erin with her son in the bedroom, standing in front of a wardrobe bursting with memory boxes and old clothes.

Along with the book are a silver-coloured fork and spoon – not the prestigious variety, rather stainless-steel cutlery given by Jessop’s Hospital on the day I was born. Certainly less medicalised objects than those offered to me in 2020, these were given as mementos of being born in Sheffield – the steel city – on New Year’s Day. Viewing these objects also remind me of my mother’s story – thick snow, a long labour, and a forceps delivery at Jessop’s.

As well as objects like clothes, photographs and documents, some of the stranger items parents (including myself) have kept include physical material from the birth or baby. It is not uncommon to find pickled placentas; a close friend even discovered a foetus her grandmother kept in a jar.

I have kept umbilical cords, mainly because I feel uneasy disposing of a physical part of pregnancy. Given the poor condition they are in, I may change my mind. This quandary – of what to do with the cords (which fall off naturally after a few days) – reflects the emotions of memory boxes more generally: how can we keep a tangible sense of this fleeting moment? It also raises ethical questions on how we keep human remains, especially when one day these may become the possessions of an unsuspecting descendant.

Since the traumatic delivery of my younger son, I find baby memory boxes particularly powerful. The process of curating his box allowed me to address the birth in an intimate and methodical way, which helped to allay distressing memories. Birth and baby boxes represent an eclectic mix of bodily material, handmade items, visual records and medical objects. These objects evoke emotions and signify a time when life and death are immeasurably close, when love and fear abound.

About the contributors

Erin Beeston


Dr Erin Beeston is a researcher interested in the relationship between history, memory and material culture in narratives of science and technology. Erin’s recent PhD on the history and heritage of Liverpool Road Station in Manchester was an Arts and Humanities Research Council-funded doctoral award between the Centre for the History of Science, Technology and Medicine, University of Manchester, and the Science Museum Group. Erin is continuing to reflect on her personal experiences of motherhood and material culture in-between changing nappies and CBeebies.

Black and white, head and shoulders portrait of Naomi Williams.

Naomi Williams


Naomi is a documentary and portrait photographer born in Nottingham and based in Bristol. Her work has been published in the Guardian, BBC News, ITV News, Bristol in Stereo, LeftLion magazine, The Everyday Magazine and Fred Perry online.