We lost our little boy at 14 weeks and 4 days on 17th Aug 2009.

Thank you for the joy you've given me for the last 11 weeks, you know I was too scared to rejoice when we had the BFP, then seeing your heartbeat for the first time at 6 weeks. I fell in love when you waved at us during the 13 weeks scan just over a week ago. I know I bought you some pink clothes last week but we can keep that for your little sister. You've made mumma so happy in the last two months even when we're going through so much dramas at the time. The happiness knowing that I have you with me made me deal with the rest of the world without fear. When I saw you for the first time in the doctor's basin, I thought you looked so perfect with your little fingers and toes. But I didn't want you to come now, I wanted you warm and alive in February. I now dream of you smiling, laughing, and shrieking around the house chasing the cat.

Mummy has to make peace letting you go when you have to. Toasting you with my double expresso, brie and ham sandwich, sushi without heartburn. I know Frosty will keep you in good company. Mummy loves you heaps my little Benji bear.