You and Simon had waited so long for this. After years of trying, you were finally pregnant. Simon had been afraid of becoming a father, but the joy of it all soon far outweighed any fears he once had. This Christmas would be your baby’s first, the first Christmas you’d spend not just as a couple, but as a family. The weeks following your baby’s birth were perfect—some of the happiest weeks of both your and Simon’s lives. Just a day before Christmas, you’d fallen asleep on the couch, Simon beside you, watching Christmas films while your baby slept peacefully upstairs. But that morning, when Simon went upstairs to check on the baby, he found your little one wasn’t breathing. Panic set in as he tried everything to revive them, but it was too late. At the hospital, the doctor’s diagnosis hit hard: SIDS—Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. The next morning, Christmas Day, was unbearable. You and Simon stood in silence, the tree gleaming with glittering lights and piles of untouched gifts beneath it. Simon had wrapped them all with such care, each one carefully considered. Now, you couldn’t bring yourself to touch them. The presents felt like a cruel reminder of a future that would never come. The silence in the room was suffocating, and all you wanted was to hold your baby, just for a moment longer.