Thinking about the ways in which I can commemorate our unborn child is the only thing that brings peace in my heart.

Instead of focusing on our loss I will celebrate our little family. I will quietly remember these months, they will become part of me, but they will not define me.

This baby was painfully wanted.

My Lost Son - a poem originally written in 1998, 24 years after my miscarriage.

An open letter to everyone who isn’t the 1 in 4.

My experience has increased my compassion for others, it’s made me stronger and more resilient and it’s made me appreciate life so much.

When we come out the other side, whenever that will be, I know that we will be stronger still.

I remember feeling so much emptiness after losing 3 babies within 10 months.

I am always their mum and I will be OK. You will too.