I dont want to just sit here and lick my wounds but I am now at a point that i just cannot see how it could ever get better. Nearly four years ago I had my daughter at 31 weeks and she was so sickly and we went through hell and back but we have a healthy daughter now who is the light of my life, after everything we went through i said no more children but in 2009 came round to the idea and decided we really did want another. So far we dont seem to have a problem falling pregnant- but 15 weeks pregnant i just didnt feel right like i had deflaited, but no other symptoms, a scan confirmed our daughter had died, i was induced and she was 2 years to the day (notdate) that our other daughter was born on. I fell to pieces . I later went on to have 2 early miscarriages and i was referred to a consultant. I then fell pregnant with our beautiful son, although a very clinical pregnancy i carried him to term at 38+2 when i was induced and i gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy, we had got there we had done it and he was perfect. Because of the diamorphine he was a bit sleepy and cold so they took him to scbu. He died a week later- from a virus they think- something that in adults is like a cold. he had no symptoms until the last 24 hours and then the last 12 the hospital realised something was drastically wrong as it attacked his heart. he was transfered to a childrens hospital but within hours he died and we were there as he died and they tried to resusitate. he was not at all sickly and it just seems so cruel after everything to have the son we so desperatly wanted only to have him taken from us by a bug. its so unfair and my heart is totally broken. my little girl is also devistated as is my husband, it feels like it takes every last bit of energy to live. I am so tiered.