OUR LITTLE MIRACLE
Diving into the swimming pool, I felt the water envelop me as reality sunk in and I wondered how much more I could take. It was July 2020 and an hour earlier, I’d taken yet another pregnancy test. For the umpteenth time, it was negative.
‘I CLUNG TO HOPE FOR TWO LONG WEEKS’
My husband Ian, then 45, and I had been trying for a sibling for our son Luca, two. With low egg reserves, it had taken three years and endless hormone tablets and injections to have Luca, and now, we’d spent more than £30,000 and taken out a second mortgage in a bid for a second
