What a Difference a Year Makes
Late morning, 31st December 2013: Steve and I were getting home from the hospital after losing our baby. It was the worst day of our lives and it was followed by one of the hardest years.
Late morning, 31st December 2014: Steve and I have just got home from my 25 week midwife's appointment. We got to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time (it sounded like a Tardis). 2015, you're going to be quite something.
Hi! I'm a 30-something stay-at-home feminist mother-of-one. I live in Aberdeen, Scotland with my toddler, boyfriend and two black cats.