Amazing MILLIE

Gripping onto my mum’s hand, I was absolutely terrified.

At 40-weeks pregnant, I had been booked in for a C-section, and my mum Joy, 63, was by my side.

Only, instead of excitment, I was filled with nerves.

There was a chance my baby wouldn’t make it and the staff at the Countess of Chester Hospital had set up a family room to give us some privacy.

Despite being told at my 34-week scan that my baby had a 1% chance of survival, I refused to believe I would lose the little girl who I’d already named Millie.

Doctors had previously advised me to terminate her, but I knew that I’d rather have my girl alive in my arms for two seconds than not at all.

Millie was diagnosed with type two osteogenesis imperfecta - commonly known as brittle