As my baby girl’s cries filled the room, I felt a rush of love. ‘She’s here,’ my partner Sam, then 38, beamed with pride.
Parents already to Josh, seven, and Chloe, four, we were ecstatic to be welcoming our third bub together.
As she was swaddled in a blanket and handed to her dad, the midwife told us she’d been born with a birthmark. Stretching across her right cheek, the pink mark was in the shape of a butterfly wing.
My heart pounded as