| Connor's Story |
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| I found out I was pregnant around the 13th or 14th November 2000. I was so scared and confused. I wasn't in the ideal situation. I had put on a little weight and been a bit tired, but I never thought I could be pregnant. I knew it would be so hard, bringing up a child. But secretly I was pleased. Even the doctor remarked on how happy I was. I couldnt believe it, a little life inside of me. I started to talk to him from that day onwards. Although I didnt know he was a him then, and I didnt know how special he would turn out to be. My first dating scan showed I was 12 weeks and 2 days pregnant. |
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| My favourite Scanpic. Taken on 18th April 2001 when Connor was about 29 weeks old. He had such a cute button nose on this pic. |
| I knew Connor was a little boy, even before the hospital told me. I could just feel it. And when I saw his little face, I though he looked just like a Connor, even though it wasnt the name I originally picked. I went for my second scan on February 8th. I was so excited because I though everything was fine and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I was very big for dates, but thought I was just fat. I had no idea what was really happening. After what seemed like ages, the ultrasonagrapher said there were a few problems. She showed me on the scan and I could see it all. He had a bilateral cleft lip, a club foot and tiny clenched fists which never opened up. Although I was a bit upset, I had no idea what was coming. It was only after the doctor came in and started talking about something called Edward's Syndrome that I started to panic. The only thing I really registered was that my baby was going to die. I knew straight away he was right about the Trisomy. I just knew. Although we had an amniocentesis, it only confirmed what we already knew. I named him that afternoon. Connor Adam, as he was my firstborn son. I treasured the pics of his tiny wee mousie face, which I loved so much. And wondered how long we had left together. I cried and cried and cried. I dont know how many weeks for, it seemed like forever. But then one day I realised that Connor wasnt going anywhere. He was fighting hard for his little life and I should be fighting with him. Helping him and being his mummy because I didnt know how long I would have him for. |