An uphill BATTLE
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub I waited anxiously, staring at the wall.
I grabbed the pregnancy test and turned it over slowly.
Two lines were staring back at me.
I couldn’t believe it.
I’m pregnant.
I had been told that I couldn’t have children due to being diagnosed with polycystic ovaries, so the result was the biggest surprise to me.
I was overjoyed.
I had desperately wanted to be a mum.
The next nine months sailed by so quickly.
The pregnancy was amazing and I enjoyed every single second of carrying my baby.
And then on the 11th May 2011, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, weighing 7Ib 4oz at Nevil Hall Hospital.
I called him David.
Although his dad had walked away, I was excited to celebrate this new stage of my
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