There’d been five years, six miscarriages and one still born baby to get us to this point. Nobody seemed to know why this was happening.
‘Maybe it’s not meant to happen for us,’ my wife would say.
‘It’ll happen one day,’ I’d reply, ‘when the time is right.’
But now she’s unconscious in the operating theatre.
‘Save the mother,’ I said. We could always try again.
The following year we spent Christmas Eve holding our new baby.
‘How does it feel?’ asked the health visitor.
It felt right.