Miracles happen

Rachel Gore, 33

Hearing those four words, I tried to force a smile.

‘We’re having a baby!’ my sister- in-law announced.

My brother’s wife was pregnant.

And that was great.

But having a baby was all I’d ever wanted, and the envy ate me up.

It was April 2016 and me and my husband Michael, then 28, had just suffered a miscarriage at three weeks.

‘It’ll happen for us again,’ Michael said soothingly.

But months passed, with no hint of the prospect of the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

I’d never felt so low, never wanted something so