In October 2014 myself and Marc were so happy to find out we were expecting twins. We were told twin pregnancies are high risk but we were monitored throughout. When we reached 20weeks we decided to share our news with everyone we knew who didn't already know. Scans confirmed all was going OK and we were really happy.

Then one morning at 22+3weeks in April, I woke to a very small amount of bleeding. We went to the hospital straight away in the hope everything was OK. Little did we know it wasn't. 

After an examination we were told my waters were bulging and early labour was likely. We were told there was nothing that could be done to stop it and if the babies did come they would be too small to survive. Our world was turned upside down in a matter of minutes.

That eveing our beautiful boy Fletcher was born, he was too small to survive outside the womb. My scream to Marc after he was  born still haunts me to this day. 

The hospital team were hopeful that my labour would stop and we maybe able to carry the 2nd twin to term.

Unfortunately the next morning Isobella decided to make an entrance. She was born and was just too small to survive. 

We were given the time to hold out babies and say our goodbye. After tests we were told our babies were perfectly healthy and unfortunately, this was just bad luck. It was a spontaneous early labour. 

We decided we wanted to try again pretty much straight away, the chances of falling with twins again were low.

We fell pregnant again quickly and were told we were carrying twins again. This time identical! Straight away we were nervous but were told we would be monitored and if needed a precautions taken to help this pregnancy to term.

I wasn't feeling great one Friday in December and I went to triage to get checked over, I was told the babies were OK and I was just feeling anxious as I was now 22+ weeks and approaching the time I lost the last babies.

This wasn't the case, in fact, I should never have been sent home. I ended up back in the hospital the next day. I had twin to twin transfusion and needed to be seen in London to have an operation to try to save the babies.

It was a weekend and the Dr we needed to see wasn't working apparently so we were admitted and needed to wait until the following day before we could be taken to the other hospital.

This never happened. During the night my body was trying to fight to save me and at 22+4days our beautiful baby girls were born. Again at this stage they won't step in to save them. 

Sophie and Jessica were born, one to small to survive straight away and the other who wanted to fight but just couldn't, she died in our arms a few minutes later.

There is not a day that goes by where I don't think of them. It definitely changed me as a person, and sometimes I don't know how we got through it. Myself and Marc have had such great support from our family and friends and we are grateful for that. 

We have pictures of our babies, their blankets, hats and teddies from the hospital. In a beautiful memory box.

All of this is made possible by the SANDS charity. Funds raised help to pay towards bereved parents memory boxes, rooms to stay in with your babies before you have to say your final goodbye and the support thereafter.