Watching the sonographer pass the wand over my tummy, I couldn’t wait to see my baby on the screen.
It was March 2016, and I was 20 weeks pregnant.
But although I was excited, the sonographer looked concerned.
‘It’s the baby’s heart,’ she said.
I was referred to a specialist.
My husband Richard, now 35, and I faced an agonising wait.
A week later, we learnt that our baby had tricuspid atresia.
‘The right side of the heart hasn’t formed properly,’ the doctor explained to us.
Then we were given three horrible options.
We could terminate, continue with the pregnancy and let our baby pass away after birth, or
