I know this probably does not even compare to your stories as it is second hand experience,
ON July 5th 2008 My sister gave birth to my niece who had died in her womb due to placenta eruption, she called her Trinity, we are creeping up to her first birthday Sunday, it is very hard, me and my family were there through it all, at the funeral i read a poem i had created, it was hard, it affected my exams and ive had to resit most of them as i am only 16.
In Dec 08, an incident occured where we found out my sister was pregnant again, she had split up with her partner and with 3 other beautiful girls, Annaliese, Elle Mae and Crystal, she needed family support. I went with her for her first scan and quite a few after, we found out the baby inside her had a blood clot underneath and it would cause my sister to bleed throughout her pregnancy but steriods would ensure her child would stay alive. She was in and out of hospital all through the pregnancy, which meant she lived with us for a while, i was there through the majority of the pregnancy, she found out she was having a boy, and she always wanted a little boy after having three/four girls. I felt the first kick and i heard his heartbeat too when we went for a checkup, i suppose i was the birthing partner, A week prior to March 29th 09, She was in a lot of pain and still bleeding quite heavily and the hospital was keeping close eye on her, on the 29th, my sister went to bed for a couple hours, when she awoke, she couldnt get out of bed and she shouted for help, she was in severe pain and could hardly walk, we settled her children into bed, and we had a nice night until 9pm when she rushed into the bathroom and was loosing blood clots quite badly, she kept repeating 'I've lost him, I've lost him', we phoned an ambulance and they were here within 3 minutes, they rushed her to hospital and told her baby had 20% death rate and 80% survival, around 3 hours later she was told it was the other way round as the baby and my sister grew weaker by the minute, we were waiting anxiously, at 2:29 (clocks went back), Baby Neo was born, he was born alive but had suffered a placenta eruption again, doctors said they couldnt save him as he was only 23 weeks just under the minimum survival rate, he took his first breath, he had a tear running down his face, after 15 minutes he passed, he was so beautiful, my first nephew, shortly afterwards we buried him and this time i couldnt bring myself to reading a poem, we just had to be there for my sister, i suppose the second my nephew was so much harder to comprehend, cause i watched him grow, i watched my sister loose him, i heard his first kick, his heartbeat, and even saw him on the ultrasound kicking his mummy.

This week as i said earlier, is closing to my niece 'Trinity's first birthday, i know she is there with the angels watching down on us, and guiding us through all these terrible times, and sitting there with her little brother. Trying to tell us they are better and waiting for us all.

Thank you for reading this, I know it doesnt compare to some of your stories as it isnt first hand but I havent spoken about my feelings or how it happened properly, I hope you can understand.

Kim