Where it all began….

Hello,
Paula here, tired and old minion of the hoard otherwise known as The Loftus Clan, all seven of them. Yes you read that right SEVEN.
This could get long so I’ll do my best to provide the abridged version, or no one will make it to the end..
Born and brought up in Liverpool of Irish descent, of course. Met hubby John at my cousins wedding October 24 th 1984, married 1989 . Qualified as a Psychiatric Nurse 1990.
Connor my eldest born 1991, very not nice, he has Aspergers, my Dad died 4 days later. Eamon, born 1994 ASD and ADHD. Hugh born 1999, Dillon 2001, was devastated wanted a Girl , cried everyday since spotting a “wiggy” at 20 week scan.
Lots of arguments etc etc eventually got my own way and we said we would try once more, did the timing thing and hey presto Evelyn arrived 2004, gave all the baby stuff away and lost twins at 12 weeks, mmc, 2007, the pregnancy wasn’t planned but I was devastated. Afterwards we , didn’t actively try just didn’t actively try to stop it. Tara arrived 2008.. So we had finished, that was it.
Then contraceptive malfunction,, mild panic,, mild because of my age and history of losses, straight to Sainsbury’s, £22.35 later off home I went secure in the knowledge all would be fine.
The pill made me feel sick as a parrot within hours but weeks later realised the sickness hadn’t gone away,, stroll on pregnancy number 26. Hubby did mention “getting rid” I couldn’t do it.
So paid for NT scan and bloods, not good, Orla had an NT fold of 3.6mm it gave me a risk of 1:2 for DS, was really scared, heartbroken. When I got my written results also had increased risk for T14 and T18, then when I googled got really scared, started praying that she only had DS LOL. Decided the night before my amnio appointment that I would actually have it,,, never forget the results phone call.
Friday 10.05, could tell it wasn’t an all clear by the voice all sullen morose sad “ Yes it’s a little girl, I am awfully sorry to tell you it is 97.5 % certain Downs, there is a slot available 09.30am Monday for a termination. Do you want to book it?”, I was gobsmacked, then angry it was all in one breath, I could feel Orla wiggling, I think I might have told her to F**k OFF.
Orla arrived at 37 weeks on the dot, early hours of 23rd December I hadn’t finished the Christmas shopping… The rest as they say is HISTORY,,,,,,