We are grateful for each other, for our precious babies to have existed and the love and strength that will carry us as we embark on the recurrent miscarriage journey together.

I think of my lost babies often, even three decades later. It feels like yesterday.

I promise to think of you every single day. You are one of the best things to have ever happened to me.

She gave me a hug and said I didn't need to be brave and I cried on her shoulder... The care I received was the only good thing.

We have to believe that after every awful storm comes a beautiful rainbow. We might not be able to see it yet, but it will arrive, and when it does it will be more beautiful than ever.

After all these years we will remember them.

I was called back to be told I’d had a partial molar pregnancy.