Every night I prayed to my baby, that I hope he knew how much I love him, that I am so sorry I couldn't give him the life he deserved.

You were so longed for and we are so sad that you couldn’t be with us today.

Waiting for the Sonographer to say something - why is she so quiet? Does she not realise this is torture to lie here, heart beating, mouth dry Can I tell by looking into her eyes?

I now wish that I had asked more about it, whether they could tell what sex it was, that sort of thing. That is the thing that stays with me - the not knowing.

Being only 16 years old, miscarriages were the last thing on my mind but it’s something people need to speak more openly about because they affect anyone and everyone in so many different ways. 

They say 1 in 4 women experience miscarriage. It definitely didn’t feel like that to me, it felt incredibly lonely, like no one would ever understand what I’d been through...

I remember the shock like it was yesterday, the audible gasp escaping from my mouth without warning. I sat in the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity, dreading having to walk down those stairs and say the words to my husband.

My daughter often asks when will it be her turn to be a big sister, why do other children have siblings and not her?