In 2007 I found out I was pregnant. I went for my scan and my babies heartbeat had stopped. 17th Dec at 12 weeks I had a Meds induced (what I call) mini labour.
Today my baby would have been 10. I am almost positive I was carrying a boy.
My babies ashes are scattered in the garden of remembrance at our local crem... I just can't bring myself to go up there though. I go up there if I have a funeral to attend and I always feel a slight amount of guilt for not making that walk.
My angel baby is never far from my mind most days if not every day.