I have two little boys who mean the world to both my husband and I, they are our everything and yes this sounds clichéd but I cannot imagine our life without them. They are both our little IVF miracles and we still can’t believe just how lucky we are.
It has taken me a long time to write my story down on paper, mostly because every time I think too much about it I cry. I don’t know exactly why. I do know I still feel ashamed that I didn’t realise sooner that my baby was in so much pain. I feel angry at myself for listening to doctors instead of listening to my heart. I feel guilty for letting my poor little baby cry so much and for so long because I let people convince me she was just determined or naughty or trying to control me.