We had been married three years and my husband left halfway through a three-year tertiary course to go back to work so that I could stop work to look after a baby.We were pleasantly surprised when I fell pregnant after only one month of trying.I said those words to my midwife so flippantly that I never knew the next few months would test those words and our faith to the core. I went along with my husband and mother-in-law, so excited to see my baby for the first time. "No," was the silencing response that sent me crashing back to earth.The joy that filled my heart when I heard the heartbeat and saw the wriggling shape of a baby on the screen was truly magical. The ultrasound technician, mistakenly thinking we were there for the pre-screening tests, announced that my baby had a nuchal translucency measurement of 8.3mm. Desperate to find answers about what this measurement meant, I turned to Doctor Google. None of which could answer my agonising question: could my baby be born normal?Being a teacher, the timing was great as I could finish out the year with the baby born close to the Christmas holidays.I knew the first 12 weeks were crucial but remained quietly confident because miscarriage happens to other people, not me.
Hope that one day we would have a family with two, maybe even three, children.
The next three months were a rollercoaster ride of false highs and terrible lows.