I’ll always remember the day my husband Jerry and I brought our newborn daughter Jill home for the first time. It was March 2001 and it was a day we’d been dreaming about for years. We’d been married six years and despite longing to be parents, we struggled to conceive and when I was diagnosed with endometriosis in July 2000, we accepted that it would never happen.
It was devastating, but just one month later we discovered I was pregnant. When Jill was born she was our little miracle. That first day at home, wrapped up in a soft pink blanket, she just looked so tiny and delicate. I loved hearing her little cries and coos filling the house,
