Remembering Grace Five years ago today, I had reached 25 weeks of pregnancy with our second child – a baby sister for Benjamin, then 19 months old. The pregnancy was progressing well so, when I hadn’t felt much movement for 24 hours, I wasn’t panicked as I phoned the doctor to a “quick” check that all was well, just before Christmas. It wasn’t. The doctor found no heartbeat, and, an hour later, at the hospital, a scan confirmed that our baby had died. Three days later, in the early hours of the 27 th December, Grace Tennant was stillborn, weighing little over 1lb. As she was born post-24 weeks, she has a birth certificate, a ‘real’ place in history – a small but important thing to us, when we had to register her birth at the town hall a few days later. To sum up the ensuing days, weeks and months that followed that week is impossible – sadness, anger, despair, questions, mixed with gratitude for the deep love and support of family and friends, which held us together and got ...