When I was just 20 years old, I found out I was pregnant. I had mixed emotions because I had split up from the dad so I was a single mum, but after chatting to my mum she made me see that becoming a mum was amazing and said that she would support me through it all.
On 4th March 2005 I hadn't felt the baby move so I went to A & E to make sure baby was okay. It was there that I had a scan, and doctors told me my baby had died.
At that moment my whole world came crashing down. I was numb and I asked over and over 'are you sure? You must have it wrong.’ I was then told to go home and rest for the weekend, which lets face it. I didn't do any sleeping but all crying.
I went to back to hospital and they were amazing. I was in labour for three days and after a very traumatic birth, Jack was born sleeping. He was 9lbs 15oz and it was then that I found out that he was overdue and I was 42 plus weeks pregnant.
I stayed in the bereavement suite for five days where I got to spend time with Jack and take pictures, which I have with a lock of his hair and his hand and footprints in a book.
It was there and then I learnt about Sands and here we are nearly 21 years on, and Sands are still there for me and everyone else.