BRAVE HEART

Feeling my bump as I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t wait for what was to come. ‘Not long now!’ I said as I caressed my belly.

It was 2016 and this was going to be my second child – my eldest, Dayton, was three.

After losing my own mother to cancer, in October the year before, I was ready for something good to happen.

The pregnancy had gone smoothly so far.

‘Well, everything looks normal here,’ the sonographer beamed at my 20-week scan.

My pregnancy with Dayton had been completely textbook and I hadn’t noticed anything unusual this time round either.

But after a doctor noticed something, I was asked to come in for scans twice a week.

My partner David, 41, held my hand as we waited to hear about the results. ‘

There doesn’t seem to be