This is my story about my little boy that was took from me and his sister far to soon.

I was delighted to find out that I had fallen pregnant - but that hope was very cruelly snatched from me when I found out at my 20-week scan that my baby had Potters Syndrome.

I was devastated. It meant they wouldn't survive. I was offered the option of a termination but I thought "what if ... what if the doctors were wrong".

And so I battled through to full term, hoping. Praying.

Baby Jacob was born on Boxing Day 2016. And he was the most beautiful child anyone could ever wish for. He was born by c-section at 10.06am and survived for an hour and 16 minutes.

I felt overwhelming love. I felt anger that he would be taken from me. And then, when he slipped quietly away, I felt nothing. Numb.

I was lucky enough to take Jacob home in a cuddle cot which cost around £1700. I now want to ensure that his memory lives on by climbing Ben Nevis - to the highest point in the UK - to raise money for the Crosshouse Hospital maternity neonatal unit.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him but with your help everyday can get a little bit better. Please donate here: XX