This little basket, kept at the bottom of my wardrobe, breaks my heart. But it also keeps my heart beating and hoping.

I have lost 2 babies. Both before the 7 week mark. I’ve never seen my babies on a little screen, heard their little hearts beating or had the chance to smell that beautiful newborn smell.

I love both of my babies, equally. They were both so wanted and ever so needed.

This little basket holds clothes bought by a newly pregnant Mummy and an excited Daddy. Yet here we are, 10 months on, with empty arms.

How could the world be so cruel to us? To put us through this heart ache not once, but twice. Making us worry, will I ever go full term? Are we going to experience this heart break again?

I come to this basket on days when I feel hopeless. I hold the little baby grows in my arms and kiss the tiny slippers, for good luck.

Maybe one day, a tiny human will fill these clothes and the hole in our hearts.

Until then, I’m impatiently waiting, kissing these slippers with empty arms❤️❤️