I was only 16 years old. I was scared and very sad that I was losing my baby.

Discovering my maternal strength through the loss of a much wanted and much loved, yet unborn child.

I will never forget my baby that I lost and I often think about what would have been.

Please remember that you don’t have to go through this alone.

It hurts so much.

We will sit and send our love up to the sky and make sure they know that although we never met, they will never be forgotten.

Why did this happen to us, why couldn’t you stay.

The feeling of sadness was overwhelming, but having to tell our son that his much wished for little brother or sister had died was truly the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

Name without a face, That I never got to love...

The day the old me died and a new me began, never to be the same.