My boys needed surgery...before they were born
Rummaging through the bathroom cabinet, I pulled out a box I’d shoved to the back, not expecting to need it so soon. It was a pregnancy test. My husband Peter, then 32, and I had only just started trying for a baby, but I’d been feeling out of sorts the last few days. Several minutes later, the positive test confirmed my suspicions.
By the time Peter arrived home from a cycle ride a couple of hours later, I was flapping around the kitchen, full of nervous energy.
‘I took a test while you were out – I’m pregnant,’ I told
