I had a pretty good pregnancy but towards the end I could not feel him moving.

I went for my check up and told them. They listened to my tummy and said everything was fine. They could hear a heartbeat.

I was left for another week and then went into natural labour about 4-30 in the afternoon. When I got to hospital there was a lot of running about. Heart monitors were on me and there was whispering in corners - it was horrendous.

I had to be cut and the minute he was born he was wrapped in a green cloth and taken away, I begged and pleaded to see him but they said no. They sorted me out, then I was left where I could hear babies crying. They eventually explained that because he had died inside me and not straight away I couldn’t see him.

We arranged to have a postmortem done which was not carried out. And no burial as far as I know - he was buried with an adult. I don’t know if that person had been a good person or not, this was in the 70s and things are different now. In fact it’s only in the last few years with help from Sands I have a death certificate and I found out where he is.

I just want to exhume him and give him a burial he deserves but that’s impossible.

I have never forgotten him, even though it’s over 30 odd years ago. The sad thing is it’s still happening but parents can now cuddle and see their babies - which is good 😔