"Kendal looked so fragile, I didn’t leave her side" The look on the doctor’s face told me something was wrong. ‘I’m afraid your baby’s got a serious heart condition,’ he confirmed.
I was 26 weeks pregnant and at a routine scan.
As the words sank in, I was utterly distraught, especially when the doctor warned me my baby might not survive.
Back at home, I broke the news to my other kids - Corrie, 19, Allesha, 15, Callum, 10, and Mya, 4.
‘The baby’s very poorly,’ I cried.
After, I was monitored closely.
Then, in February last year, at 39 weeks, I gave birth to Kendal, while the kids stayed at home with family.
Weighing 5lb 5½oz, she was gorgeous.
Before I could hold her, she was whisked away by…
