Three years ago we had just bought our first home, both returned to University to follow our dreams and you had proposed to me in the middle of our rubble filled kitchen. Everything was exciting and a little scary but we had each other and it was amazing. At the start of Winter I found out I was pregnant, it was fantastic news that added to the chaos and excitement of everything else that was going on in our lives. You quietened my anxieties with your calm, positive outlook on everything. Telling me, all we needed was each other, together we are strong. You knew that we could do this.
Just before Christmas you collected me from a placement that I had at a school in Manchester. It was cold and it had been raining, at the time we had a second hand electric blue Peugeot 206, I loved that car. I was so tired but Christmas was nearly here and everyone was coming to us for Christmas dinner. I don’t remember much about the car crash, I remember being hysterical, I remember a lady taking me into the back of her car out of the rain, I remember sitting in a waiting room full of pregnant women waiting for a scan only to be told that our baby was no longer there. But you held me, you told me everything was going to be ok, we have each other and together we are strong.
The following months were hell. I was broken, nothing prepared me for the emotional hell that follows a miscarriage. I couldn’t function, but you were strong despite your pain. You were strong for me, you looked after me for months. A depression took over me, but you were there, you were my rock.
Now we are married, we have a beautiful baby boy, life is wonderful, hard and tiring but wonderful still. You have been there through everything, all the weirdness of pregnancy, the beauty of birth and the drama of breast feeding. You have supported my every decision and every idea and allowed me to be the mother I wanted to be to our little boy.