Megan Ennis, 28, Dublin
Holding their parents’ hands, the little ones smiled as I cheerily waved them goodbye.
‘See you tomorrow,’ I said, beaming away.
I loved kids, and felt so lucky to have my dream job in a nursery.
It was April 2017, and me and my boyfriend of a year, Arran, then 26, had chatted about having our own brood. But for now, at 24, I was still enjoying being young.
Waking the next morning, I felt a twinge in my chest. I was seeing Ed Sheeran that night, then flying to watch Arran’s beloved Manchester United play football the day after. No wonder I was excited.
Only, as I made brekkie, my chest felt tight. And later, running around after the toddlers at work, I couldn’t catch…
