Dorian Cole Craig, otherwise known as our happy little man, was the most anticipated baby that I was ever lucky enough to spend 9 months carrying and 3 months giving the best part of every second of my day to. Dorian was the best part of myself and Jack, Dorian was simply too perfect for earth.

Despite being with us for only a short amount of time, Dorian made the biggest, most wonderful impact on our lives. For 3 months I enjoyed the privilege that was being Dorians mother and I will forever remember the love I felt because of our son.

I can truly say that to us, Dorian was a miracle, a perfect little soul born into a family who loved him dearly and will continue to love him endlessly. He is a part of me and has been from the second I knew he was on his way and will be in everything I do.

I am so grateful for the early mornings, the disrupted nights sleep, the first precious few days we shared in hospital and every moment since. Those tiny hands with such a tight grip and the heart-melting way he looked at me as he smiled will forever make me glow because we was my boy.

Every part of me aches knowing Dorian will never get a Christmas, a birthday or get to watch his soppy mam and dad share an anniversary. It hurts so much knowing I’ll never be able to ask Dorian his favourite colour, introduce him to chocolate or be able to chase him whilst he learnt to run but our Dorian is worth every heartache because we got a solid 109 days with our perfect little boy and that will forever be remarkable to me.

Its easy to get angry at the cruel jokes life seems to play and this is certainly one of them but we’ve got to focus on how happy the life he led was and through his memory we can keep him alive.

So, to Dorian, thank you for gracing my life with your wonderful little self and that incredible smile. You’ll be forever missed and forever loved. To quote Winnie The Pooh; How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.