I felt like I had to HIDE MY GRIEF

I can still remember the fake smile I put on for my daughter Lilia’s third birthday. It was October 2014 and, as she enjoyed a tea party at my mum’s house, it took all of my strength not to let any tears fall. I was 19 weeks pregnant, but just days earlier my unborn baby had stopped moving and doctors had confirmed their heart had stopped beating. Mum and my husband Oliver, 36, kept giving me reassuring and supportive looks, but Lilia was oblivious to the pain I was hiding.

It was devastating, but it wasn’t the first we experienced .

When Lilia was