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It was my wedding day! A wonderful sunny day marrying the man of my dreams our four children in attendance. Who could ask for more. The beautiful old farm where we exchanged vows nestled in the Derbyshire hills, a newborn lamb struggling to its feet born before our eyes. As new life entered the world my unborn child sadly left and as we returned from our wedding I was rushed into hospital for emergency surgery an ectopic pregnancy.

A few months later we celebrated the good news another bun in the oven. But at the twelve week scan the nurse seemed troubled. 
 
"Everything alright?" I asked, my heart was pounding its happening again, I panicked. 
 
"The limbs look a little short" she replied.
 
We scheduled a 4D scan at Leeds Hospital amid concerns about Down's Syndrome which has similar symptoms during early stages of pregnancy. At the 4D scan they told us our baby did not have Down's Syndrome but in my heart I knew there was SOMETHING. I looked on google and found the condition dwarfism. Dwarfism?! How had this happened? We didn't know anyone who had dwarfism only people we had seen on films.A few weeks later we were booked for another scan and my husband burst into tears as the consultant warned us or baby boy might not make it depending on which type of dwarfism he had. 
 
All I kept thinking was that it was all happening for a reason. Destiny was calling us into a new chapter and I felt so proud. I knew amazing things were going to happen. Out of millions of possibilities, millions of people WE were going to have a unique child, a unique experience. I couldn't wait to meet him. 
 
Laying on the operating theatre there was a song playing in the background. Edelweiss. Then a lusty yell and a big chunky boy! The biggest of my six children exploded into the world. He grabbed his Daddy's hand and has never let go of his heart since. Their bond is extraordinary. I felt the rush of love and fierce protection of a new mum as he was placed in my arms, his navy blue eyes peered at me.
 
My Isaac.

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