I never ever imagined myself writting something like this in a million years. I assumed after I’d had two perfect and healthy babies everything would be okay.
Then I found out I’m having a miscarriage to a baby I didn’t even really know about- yes I suspected but I wasn’t certain.
Now I feel like a failure as a mother, i’m supposed to protect my child and make sure its okay. If maybe I’d have tested earlier then I could have prevented Harry from jumping on my stomach but sadly it was not to be.
I am in termoil and I actually don’t know what to do