In January I found out I was pregnant, unfortunately I contracted pneumonia, the day I left hospital; I miscarried. I was only 8 weeks, I woke up on the morning of the 22nd January and had started bleeding, I was devastated. A couple of hours passed and then I lost what I thought was a huge blood clot, but when I checked; there, still in the sac, was a perfect little baby, my baby, way more developed than I could ever have imagined, it was one of the most terrifying moments in my life, I relive those moments all the time, we’ve been trying to conceive for the last 7 months and still nothing, I feel like my little angel is the closest I’ll get to ever having our baby, there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about it. At just 8 weeks he or she was so perfect 💖 we named him/her Bennet meaning ‘blessed’

So I realised today that this would have been the month I’d have been due 😢 hit me like a tonne of bricks, ok I never forgot about my lost baby but I thought maybe I was moving on, I guess not... not yet anyway.