I was 25 weeks pregnant want to the hospital late on a Wednesday afternoon for them to scan me the Thursday after having the scan and being taken back to the delivery centre for things to start to go badly very quickly I couldn't breath I couldn't stop shaking I lost all sense of what was going on all I remember is them taking me in to an operating room for them to try help me. I remember losing a large chunk of time then a surgeon telling me they needed to place me in a coma as I was very ill. The next thing I remember is it's late on a Sunday afternoon I'm in an icu room surrounded by my family facing a doctor telling me my baby had died and they had delivered him while I was still in a coma. I then spent the next few days saying goodbye to my tiny 850g baby boy. I decided that I would raise funds to help another family so they can say their goodbyes to the percicous babies born too soon or sleeping