This is my first post - today my little boy, my sleeping angel, Cooper Nathan, would have been 4 weeks old. Cooper was born sleeping on 28 November 2006 at 37 weeks.

Life is so cruel and I don't understand it - my husband and I had been trying for a baby for 2 years when we finally fell pregnant and then at 37 weeks my baby was taken from me. I had a routine ultrasound and was told the devasting news that there was no heartbeat. I thought I could feel him, that he was moving. This is our first child so I don't know what I should be feeling but I thought Cooper was moving. I have so many questions - what kind of a mother am I to not know something was wrong? Why me? Why anyone? How does this happen? Why does this happen? - No-one should ever have to bury their own child. No-one should have to go through this at all.

I cry and talk to Cooper every single day and just hope that he is not lonely. Sometimes I think that he is still here - just asleep in his cot - and wait to hear him cry....... How do you get through each day, each hour? I just want one more hold, to hear one cry.

My husband and I wrote this poem in loving memory of our cherished son

Waited so long
Then you were made
Our precious little angel
Memories will never fade

You were a miracle in our eyes
A new tiny life
Why couldn't you stay
Instead of saying your goodbyes

A glimmer of hope
Gone to soon
You're up there Coop
With the stars and moon

Didn't hear your cries
Or hear your screams
You'll always live long
In our dreams