A miracle! That was how my husband Andrew and I described my pregnancy.
Childhood sweethearts, we’d been together since we were 15.
And ever since our romantic wedding by a lake two years earlier, we’d been trying for a baby.
We’d already had our hearts shattered by two miscarriages but somehow, I’d carried this bub full-term.
And the very next day, I was going into hospital to be induced.
‘I can’t wait to meet our baby,’ I smiled to Andrew, 28, stroking my bump.
But at 5am that morning, I was woken up by my hubby snoring.
I was about to tell him to turn over when I realised he wasn’t snoring at all – he was gasping for air!
‘Andrew?’ I said, but he didn’t answer.
Shakily, I rang…
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that's life! (Digital) - 1 Issue, 6 December 2018