Five days before I turned 46, I gave birth to my first child: a small, solemn-faced boy with enormous eyes, and ears like tiny coracles.
In my case, some of this is understandable three years ago, I wrote about solo IVF after years of miscarriage and so it was logical that many might conclude this was still my story; that I had persevered alone in the world of fertility treatment until I finally triumphed.
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