I was going to ask what you did as a funeral but understand if it’s too much to answer.
Hi Mittens
Thank you for your kind words 
For his funeral we were given some options by the hospital chaplain.
We could basically have a service and burial or service and cremation, which were organised and paid for by the NHS bereavement team. We were encouraged to pick some songs or pieces of music we would like, also any readings or prayers that we would like to be included in the service. Of course we were free to organise our own private funeral service if we wished to.
DP and I decided to have Edward cremated.
We held a small service at the crematorium with our family members. His body was then left there for cremation and we collected his ashes the following day.
The service was one of the most difficult days for me. It actually fell on my original due date. Burying your child when he was due to be born seemed very strange.
He had a tiny white coffin which DP carried in from the car. Thinking back to that makes me cry. It was such a heartbreakingly difficult thing to see.
I found the process of choosing music almost impossible. I managed to pick one song - Buddy Holly's 'Raining in my heart'. The lyrics were so powerful and true. The chaplain picked another piece of instrumental music for us, which was from the film Edward Scissorhands. Apparently the piece is about a boy who never grew up. Both were beautiful and completely appropriate.
My sister wrote a poem and she read this out - no idea how she managed to do this.
The chaplain also did some readings etc.
DP and I are not particularly religious but we didn't mind this element being included. Edward was mostly referred to as becoming an angel and going to heaven, which is strangely comforting even when you don't really believe or follow a religion.
The whole service probably lasted about half an hour. Some of it is a blur to be honest. I think my brain switched off. I remembered the important parts but some of the readings I don't recall clearly.
DP and I collected his ashes the following day. The only way I can describe how that felt is utter devastation. I remember holding the tiny heart shaped box in my hands and just sobbing my heart out. It was the worst feeling in the world.