Driving to my 22-week scan, I tried to calm my racing mind – although I was excited, I was also terrified.
It was my first child with my husband Chris, 43 – and having had a miscarriage a year before, I was scared something could go wrong.
I had met Chris at a travellers’ hostel while touring as a professional singer in America and we’d hit it off immediately. We fell in love and emigrated to Chris’ home town in Lancashire.
In 2007, after three years together, we thought it was the perfect time to have a baby.
Only, at the 22-week scan, I was told something that would change my life forever.
‘We think your baby boy may have a genetic condition,’ the doctor told us. ‘But at the moment, it doesn’t look like anything to worry about.’
‘OK…’ I replied, processing what he’d just said. ‘How will it affect him?’
‘We’re not sure, it may be a heart condition,’ he explained. ‘But it’s nothing dramatic, he looks otherwise healthy.’