ALL IS BRIGHT

Clutching my husband’s hand, we watched as the sonographer rubbed gel over my bump, and began to scan.

‘Is everything OK?’ I asked.

It was early-2014, and I was 12 weeks pregnant.

‘It all looks good to me,’ she said. ‘Listen to the heartbeat.’

Relief flooded over me as I heard the steady rhythm.

I looked at my husband Barrie, then 34, and smiled.

I was more anxious than most pregnant women.

We had been trying for a second baby for eight years.

Since having our beautiful daughter, Madison, then 10, we had struggled.

I’d had three miscarriages, and