Before my first miscarriage in 2010 I was living a life that I thought was perfect… I had created it and chosen every aspect and detail. The steady job, a husband, a lovely home, a nice car, fabulous clothes and a pretty good handbag and shoe collection. From the outside it looked I had everything, and inside there was little happiness, and I had no idea why. Any doubts I had were pushed down and ignored. But when I fell pregnant (for the second time; the first is another story!) everything just fell into place. I was overjoyed and started planning every single aspect of the pregnancy and what my new life would entail
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