COME SO FAR
As the sonographer ran the cold jelly across my tummy, my wife Staci, 45, squeezed my hand.
‘Everything looks good,’ the sonographer smiled as she studied the screen.
It was November 2016, and we were at our 20-week scan.
Staci and I had been married since 2013 and we couldn’t wait to be parents.
With our due date not until April 2017, we thought we still had plenty of time to prepare.
Only our baby seemed to have other ideas.
Just a few weeks after my 20-week scan, I was rushed to Worcestershire Royal Hospital, where it soon became clear that
