Gazing at my newborn son sleeping peacefully in his cot, I still can’t quite believe that he is here. I’ve spent hours looking at him, admiring his perfectly formed lips, his tiny button nose and his delicate fingers as they curl into squidgy fists. I’m making the most of these wonderful days and sleepless nights because, frankly, I never thought I would experience them again.
 
George came into the world on 8 August after an arduous labour…and a very long journey indeed. Having a second child hadn’t been easy for my husband Chris and me. Our son was born after four rounds of IVF, so many injections I lost count, and a traumatic miscarriage that resulted in me needing four emergency blood transfusions and a course of counselling to recover.