2 December 2018

I found out I was pregnant on a Friday night. I’d felt rough all week and could only compare it to how I felt when pregnant with my daughter. I made my husband close his eyes and handed him the test. His eyes lit up and we hugged whilst looking at our 1 year old bouncing on the bed. I sat and worked out my due date.

I started miscarrying the baby Saturday morning.

I’ve always said everything happens for a reason. But right now I feel like my heart has been ripped out and I see no light at the end of the tunnel.

This year I will light a candle for our baby on their due date. I think about it every day. 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.

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