My wish is that at some point I can write an article which will show that I have got through to the other side and I am able to have the rainbow baby that we so desperately wish for.

I haven't really processed what has happened and I am hoping writing this will help me with that, as well as hopefully helping someone else know they are not alone.

I am a strong woman, just like many other women who experience the same.

I was a loving mother for 14 weeks.

I cradled the poor wee soul in my hand.

Evie Rose will be forever loved and remembered.

My mother's miscarriage.

We named them, Edmond and Guy.

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

I have had two miscarriages during the pandemic.