Jack Mark Cross

Eight months is such a short time to be alive but already you brought so much joy, love and light
into our lives. I will never forget the first time I saw your face, the first time I felt you kick
and the first time I held you in my arms. I have never helped create anything as beautiful as you
before in my life and all of us will never forget you teddy cub bear.


Please light a candle to let me know you have been remembering Jack. If you don't know what to
write a kiss (x) will do. Thank you to all that visit here and remember our angel son. It means so
much to know you are thinking of him.

The Story of Jack

From the moment I saw Jack at the first scan I felt such an overwhelming rush of love and a need to
protect and care for him. He seemed to be waving at me and his daddy Stevo which made us giggle.
My pregnancy was the happiest time of my life and every time we got to see our precious baby boy was
exciting. Jack loved it when I ate icecream, maple and pecan slices and chilli (not all together!).
He wasn't too keen on satsumas or coffee though so I didn't have them anymore. The first time Jack
kicked we were watching a film and laughing. Jack obviously wanted to join in the fun! He knew
Stevo's voice and would kick like mad when I left work and he could hear daddy. I remember at 24
weeks when we went for the 4D scan we were amazed to see Jack's face. He had my nose and sucked his
thumb like his daddy did! If you told me that you could erase all the pain I feel now Jack is gone
but I would have to erase those 8 months we had with Jack too then I would chose not to. Jack will
never be forgotten - he gave us so much and our love for him lives on in everything we do.

Jack's birth story

I started getting stomach pains on 28th July and put it down to wind. It was my first pregnancy and
everything had been perfect so I wasn't stressed about anything. The next morning I was in pain
still but timed the pains and they were irregular so we thought they must be false labour. Then at
lunchtime on 29th July my mum came round and said I should call the maternity unit as she could see
I was not right. I went in and this horrible midwife asked me about movements and when I said I
wasn't sure (as Jack's movements had slowed down but I thought it was due to the fact I was 35 weeks
pregnant and I was in a lot of pain that day) how many times he'd kicked that day, she had a go at
me and I began to feel awful and guilty. She put a heart monitor on my tummy and then called the
doctor in for a ultrasound and then we had to wait for another doctor. I knew then something was
terribly wrong and began sobbing. The next doctor came in and told me that Jack was dead. I felt
overwhelming guilt that this had happened. Then another doctor examined me and said I was 8cm
dilated. I was taken to the labour ward and was in the first stage of labour for a further 5 hours
and ended up pushing for 3 hours, feeling at times like I couldn't carry on as I knew with every
push Jack was closer to being born but he was not alive. He came out with the cord wrapped around
him many times. The midwife had to clamp and cut the cord whilst he was still inside me. Baby Jack
was delivered on to my tummy at 8.29PM. He looked so perfect - all pink and peaceful as if he was
sleeping. I heard the other babies crying on the ward and willed him to make a noise. We had him
with us in the room over night and then stayed most of the next day. I wanted to cuddle him forever
and it was so hard leaving him at the hospital.

The post mortem results show the placenta failed towards the end of pregnancy which meant Jack was
very under weight for his height but apart from that he was perfectly healthy. It is so unjust that
our little boy is gone.