"Without treatment, I’d die, but it’d kill our unborn baby" Delicious steak, fine wine, handsome, charming man. As first dates go, it was perfect!
It was March 2013, and I’d met my date Ben Green, 27, online.
We clicked, and had such fun, I didn’t leave until 2am.
‘I’d love to see you again,’ Ben smiled, kissing me goodbye.
Eek! Butterflies!
Within a month, we’d made it official and, by December, we’d moved in together.
It was a whirlwind, but Ben was ‘The One’.
We were so happy and in love, I came off the Pill.
‘Whatever happens, happens,’ Ben smiled.
Only, in May 2014, I had an early miscarriage.
Then, the following month, I miscarried again.
A scan at Bedford Hospital showed a surprise.
‘You were pregnant with twins,’…
