Staring down at the pregnancy test, I sank to the floor with tears of joy.
Me and my wonderful husband Darren, 45, had been trying to have another baby for over 10 years.
We already had two children, Jamie, then 13, and Kieran, then 11, but we longed for a third.
As soon as I had my 12-week scan, I told everyone the news.
‘Now you rest up,’ Darren would tell me.
Our two boys were already in secondary school, so we were going to be starting all over again.
I had a healthy pregnancy, and everything was going to plan.
But then, at about 6am on 29 August 2010, I woke up with a fright, feeling seriously unwell.
‘I don’t feel good,’ I panicked, nudging Darren awake.
‘You’ll be…
