On March 27 at around 12:30am I was admitted to hospital at 22 weeks pregnant after some sudden cramping and spotting. The nurse reassured me that I was probably just needing to take it easy..right up until they did an internal exam and noticed my membranes poking out.

I was put in the antenatal ward after a day, waiting for the contractions to stop so the doctors could operate. They were going to give me a cervical stitch.

On March 29th at about 8am my water broke. The chances of our son surviving were pretty much 0. I went into a disocciative state which lasted through labour and coming home..thankfully.

Vincent was born at 2:50pm that same day. He was and remains the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. The nurses were fantastic. They set up a little foldaway bed next to me, and let us have our son in the room for as long as we wanted.

The next day we asked that they take him out of our room while we went out for a walk so I wouldn't be freaking out when they took him away. I said my goodbye before we went out and the next time I saw him was at the funeral.

We had a service for him the next week. It was beautiful, everyone who mattered to us was there and a catholic priest we have become close with cleared his calender for the day and came out to help with arranging everything. He also rushed to the hospital the day our son was born to bless him and pray for us.

Three months on, I'm coping ok. My husband is doing well. I miss our son every day, but like so many others, hide behind smiles and just 'getting on' with life. It can be so hard - especially on the days when I really sit down and think about everything, and sometimes seeing Vincent's cot, toys, blankets, photos just ensures I end up crying in a ball on the floor somewhere.

In our bedroom we have a shelf. On it there are books we would have read him had he survived. There's a little blanket with a cow embroidered on it. We have the little book the hospital gave is with his foot and hand prints on it. And I wear a gorgeous blue ring with a blue stone on it to remind me on my very down days that I have someone watching over me.