The fertility doctor smiled warmly.
‘It’s good news,’ she told me and my husband Andrew, 42. ‘We’ve retrieved lots of viable eggs.’
I let out a sigh of relief. Our baby dreams were one step closer to reality.
But embarking on my first round of IVF, I had the odds stacked against me.
Born with spina bifida, where the backbone protecting the spinal cord doesn’t close as it should, I had T12 paraplegia meaning I had little movement in my legs.
Using a wheelchair, I also lived with hydrocephalus – fluid on the brain –
