MY GIRLS ARE PERFECT JUST AS THEY ARE
As the sonographer swept the probe over my pregnant tummy, she suddenly stopped. ‘Back in a minute,’ she said, before leaving the room. It was July 2016, and I was eight weeks pregnant with my second child. My husband Nick, then 23, and I had been so excited, but now it was clear that something was wrong.
‘Your babies are stuck together,’ the doctor said, after examining the ultrasound image.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked, confused.
He explained that I was pregnant with twins but he thought they were conjoined.
Nick and I were stunned, and when a specialist came to see us and confirmed the sonographer’s suspicion, neither of
