Six months ago, two days before my first scan, I lost my baby.
I got pregnant straight after to find out on my wedding anniversary that although I was pregnant the baby wasn’t in my womb, and to then be informed it was ectopic the day after, with a mere hour to go and have an emergency surgery.
Never did I think I’d lose two of my babies within two months.
Four months on, a day never goes by when I don’t desire to see my kids in heaven.
I never met them, yet I miss them both so much.