At one week old, Isabella passed away. Our family fell apart We had to turn our tragedy into something positive As we stared at the monitor, our unborn baby began to wriggle, and tears of joy filled my eyes. ‘Everything looks fine,’ smiled the sonographer.
My husband Dan and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
This was our fifth baby, but my 14th pregnancy. I’d suffered nine miscarriages, all before 12 weeks.
Now, with a healthy scan at three months, I could finally relax.
Our four children, Charlie-Jane, then 13, Georgia, 11, Mason, 3, and Tabitha, 18 months, began to look forward to our new arrival, too.
But at 25 weeks, I started to feel really unwell. My feet swelled alarmingly.
Tests showed that I was suffering with the…
