After being hospitalised for an infection and finding out that our baby girl no longer had a heartbeat, I was induced and delivered her on Valentine’s Day at 17+4 weeks.

I originally couldn’t bare the thought of seeing her, but after giving birth and having a few hours to process it, I knew that I had to see my baby that I had loved with every fibre for the entire pregnancy just to tell her that we loved her, and to say goodbye.

I knew that it would be difficult for my husband, and I told him that I understood if he needed to leave the room when I asked for them to bring her in- but he held my hand and told me he wasn’t going anywhere.

It was such a confronting moment for us, and we cried our eyes out but it was so so SO worth it. I will treasure those moments for the rest of my life, and I’m so thankful we got photos and her hand/foot prints so we can never forget her adorable face.

My husband and I have really leant on each other for support, and have somehow grown even closer together in our shared grief- but I didn’t realise just how much of an impact this had all had on him, and in turn our relationship, until he sent me this message:

And my heart broke all over again, but at the same time it swelled full of love for this man for truly understanding and vocalising exactly how I also feel.

I am so grateful to have him by my side in this difficult journey, and I know we are going to be amazing parents one day 💑🌈👼