Mighty MILO

Running around after the kids, I picked up their toys and tried to tidy up.

In 2018, I was five months pregnant, with a seven-year-old son, Rowan, and a five-year-old daughter, Esmae.

I wondered what life was going to be like with a third.

‘It’s already a mad house!’ I chuckled to my husband Richard, then 38.

When I was 22-weeks pregnant, we went to our pregnancy scan and found out that we were expecting a boy.

At first, everything seemed normal, and then the sonographer called a consultant into the room.

‘Something must be wrong!’ Richard said, worrying.

‘I’m sure it’s fine,’ I said, feeling relaxed