Mandy Whitworth, 49, Stanley
Carrying my baby boy Aiden, then 10 months, upstairs, I couldn’t catch my breath.
‘I’m full of cold, too,’ I groaned to my partner Graeme, then 42.
It was December 2012, and I should’ve been relishing motherhood.
Aiden was our miracle, and I’d not had it easy.
After struggling to conceive with my first husband, my first son Ethan had been born in September 2001 via IVF.
He’d arrived at 28 weeks, only lived for 24 minutes, leaving me utterly bereft.
Then two years later, in June 2003, we welcomed Matthew.
Yet while he was my world, he had severe learning difficulties and needed full-time care.
Sadly, my husband and I split up, so when I met Graeme in 2010, and fell pregnant at 39, it’d…
