One year ago today I was already up, awake, and worrying about my baby's movements.
In three hours time I would feel her last movements. Her struggles before she passed.
In four hours time I would ring the Labour ward in hysterics, knowing something was going terribly wrong with my perfect pregnancy.
In five and a half hours time we would walk into the scan room, for 'that' scan. You know the one. The one where your dreams are crushed and your heart torn from your chest by those three words - "I'm so sorry".
In eight and a half hours time - at four thirty in the afternoon - I was given my first pessary to start labour.
At ten thirty in the evening my waters were broken and I was 5 cm dilated.
But we wouldn't meet my little princess, my angel, my joy, my love, my sleeping beauty until tomorrows date.
So I will leave it there for now, except to say that I love you Lucy. You are always in my thoughts, you are always spoken about, and always will be. We miss you and we ask you to help keep your little sister safe, your poor, broken mummy and daddy could not bear to lose her as well as you.
Sleep peacefully my angel xxxxxxx