We held an angel in our arms; he left his footprints in our hearts. In the first few days after my son Finley was born, I started writing a journal. My husband Baz and I had just come home from hospital without our baby. We had left him with virtual strangers to face the ordeal of a post-mortem alone. The jumbled mess of thoughts raging in my mind was unbearable. At first, I wrote simply to get the thoughts out of my head. I wrote in the...