TRUE-LIFE
Lying on a bed in the ultrasound suite with tears rolling down my cheeks, I shook my head determinedly.
‘No. Never,’ I said.
Beside me, my partner Andy, then 24, squeezed my hand in agreement.
The doctor had just told us that there was a problem with our baby’s heart, and asked if we’d consider a termination.
The very idea was unthinkable.
Our baby was already a miracle, you see.
With polycystic ovary syndrome, I’d known since I was 17 that having kids would be tricky.
When I met Andy in
