After five weeks I awoke from my coma.

Having no memory of the fire, I was disorientated and unsure where I was and what had happened to my family and I.

There in that hospital room, on my birthday, I was given the worst news of my life, that my beautiful baby daughter had died, and I had had been left with disfiguring scars.

This news was followed by further heartbreak when I was told that my four year old son had been placed in foster care as there was no-one to look after him, as we were all in hospital.

One of the hardest things I have had to deal with, was that I was unable to see my beautiful daughter as I was unwell for such a long time. I was unable to touch, kiss and hug her.

The first time I was able to see her was when she was in her coffin on her 2nd birthday. The coffin was so small.

Coffins should not be that small - children should not die. I never thought I would bury my child and definitely not on her 2nd birthday.

Now she is up in Heaven, no-one can ever hurt her again.

I have sought comfort in the following words: Tear drops, slow and steady. The pain is so real and true, God took another angel and that angel dear was you.

Angel wings upon the clouds, your body softly sleeps, hush now little angel, no more tears you have to weep.

Little prayers are sent to you, the short life you led. Your family will never forget you, so rest your little head.

I know God will look after you, now you're truly alive. Your spirit soars beyond the moon, your legacy will survive.

You're beautiful, you're endless now stretch your wings and fly. You're so loved by so many, it will never be goodbye.

Close your pretty eyes, no more tears, just go and rest, let your soul lie peacefully, we know you did your best.