We’d proved them wrong,
By remaining strong.
I’d kept the faith,
You’d be in my fate.
Two lines I saw,
I knew I’d scored.
It was meant to be,
A baby for me.
10 weeks in already,
2 weeks to go steady.
We felt the joy and elation,
Suddenly came devastation.
The blood, the clots,
My heart in knots.
It cannot be my baby I am seeing,
I must be dreaming.
This baby, our miracle,
It’s loss is criminal.