The day our hopes and dreams about baby August were shattered.
I lost my baby at 12.06 am on Saturday 22nd October 2016. I was three weeks to a month into my pregnancy, and it was barely 3 days after I found out I was pregnant.
The day that I found out how quietly a heart can break.
Beautiful flower bulbs are planted in my garden so that I can watch them grow as my little one would have. They will flower in April when we would have met.
Tonight, at 9 weeks I lost another angel.
After a devastating break up, I was left alone with the loss of a baby I never expected.
An empty sac, a blighted ovum, a pregnancy that isn't viable - all names for a baby I'll never hold.
Fly high together our babies.