Chasing RAINBOWS

Taking a step back, I smiled, admiring the clean, freshly painted white walls.

The nursery was coming along beautifully.

‘Perfect,’ my husband Rob agreed, folding tiny white sleepsuits into the drawers.

It was August 2009 and we were preparing for our first baby.

I’d met Rob in my 20s, and we’d spoken about kids from day one.

So, after getting married in March 2009, we started trying for a baby on our honeymoon.

Weeks later, we were ecstatic when a test came out positive.

‘We’re so lucky,’ I told Rob.

It was all coming