I had a miscarriage when I was 24 years old. I was only 10 weeks pregnant, and my boyfriend (now ex) and I were staying in a caravan for the weekend. He wanted to have sex and I didn't as I was having a few small cramps, and he raped me. During the rape I miscarried our baby, and he didn't even call a doctor to me, I had to go find someone else in the caravan park to help me. I broke up with him the next day. I still think about the baby I lost, my child would have been 10 years old this year, and what life would be like for my child if he/she hadn't been taken away from me. I have a tree in my backyard that I planted when I lost the baby, and it is growing well, it is my way of honouring the life that wasn't to be. It still hurts, and as the doctors have told me that chances are I will not be able to carry a baby to full term after what happened, it hurts a little more, knowing it may have been my only chance to be a mother. I still carry the baby within my heart, even though the baby was only ten weeks into the pregnancy. The baby was mine and I love the baby with all my heart, and I always will.