I gave birth on Good Friday and lost my baby on Easter Sunday - but I believe we will be reunited thanks to Jesus

For many years, Bryony Wood’s Easter was little more than a bank holiday and a chance to scoff too many chocolate eggs. Until one year when her world turned upside down.

With a healthy three-year-old daughter, I was about to give birth again. On the Thursday, the day before the Easter weekend, it was time to go into hospital to encourage my overdue baby to enter the world. A few months before, I’d started going to church and was aware of the Easter story. Everything in life was hunky dory, except for a little cloud of doubt that something was wrong with my baby. Everyone tried to assure me but the niggle persisted. 

I sat with the other expectant mums that Maundy Thursday joking about hospital food and my "last supper" before tomorrow’s induction. Before bedtime, looking forward to a last night’s sleep for some months I found a Gideon Bible in the locker, and settled down to read the account of that first Easter.