Feeling my baby kick, I called out to my sons.
‘Quick!’ I said. It was January 2017 and Cian, then 10, Kyle, 7, and Reece, 6, ran into the kitchen.
Taking turns, they placed their hands on my bump.
‘It feels like an alien,’ Kyle said, scrunching up his face.
My partner Barry, 37, and I hadn’t planned this baby.
With my boys and Barry’s daughter from a previous relationship, we were happy with our brood.
Now we couldn’t wait.
We agreed on the name Charlie for the new baby.
The pregnancy had been textbook. But, on 9 February 2017, when I was 29 weeks, I noticed Charlie wasn’t moving.
He was usually such a wriggler.
‘Something’s not right,’ I told Barry, worried.
Arriving at hospital soon after, we were…
