My wife was thirty-six weeks pregnant and it was the fourth time we’d seen the consultant.
“Pregnancy is so full of worry… can’t we just whip them out?” I asked, not yet knowing whether they were a boy or girl.
Our consultant – a Christian – looked at us first-time parents with the affirming smile of a seasoned mum. “The worry won’t end when your little one’s born. Mine have left home and I still worry.”Read More