Finishing another long day at work, I showered as usual, lasering my legs before climbing into bed.
With my partner IB, now 31, working a nightshift in April last year, it meant that I had the evening to myself, perfect for my self-care routine.
However, as I tucked myself up in bed, I had an overwhelming feeling that something wasn’t right – something that I couldn’t put my finger on…
After experiencing three miscarriages in the past, with me and IB contacting the NHS fertility services to look into further treatment options, seeing one negative test was an all too disheartening feeling for us.
Only when we found out we were expecting a baby girl, in January last year, despite preparing for the same sinking feeling, deep down we were both really happy.
Paying for our own private scans almost every week, even though our baby had a healthy
