GAME CHANGER
Jan 14, 2021
4 minutes
Holding onto my wife’s hand, I smiled as the sonographer ran the ultrasound across her tummy.
‘Let’s have a little look at your baby shall we,’ the sonographer beamed.
But as she studied the monitor, her face suddenly seemed to change.
‘I’m just going to get a doctor,’ she told us both, a worried look etched across her face.
And for the next few moments, we both waited with baited breath.
It was March 2017 and my wife Olivia, 26, was 12 weeks pregnant.
She already had my seven-year-old stepson Isaac and we couldn’t wait to expand our little family.
But when the doctor arrived, we
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