Don’t come alone,’ the GP said gravely down the phone line.
Just days earlier, my husband Simon, then 30, and I had attended a 12-week scan for our first bub, and had been excitedly awaiting the results.
But now a gut-wrenching feeling twisted in my stomach. Something was wrong with my baby.
Back in the doctor’s office with Simon that day, we were given shocking news.
‘Your baby has an omphalocele,’ she’d said. ‘It means the baby’s liver, intestines and other organs have grown
