Staring at the positive pregnancy test, I felt a rush of emotions. In shock, I told my mum Corrina, 49, first. ‘Everything will be OK,’ she promised, hugging me. It was July 2015, and I was just 21 when I realised that I had missed my period. My boyfriend was shocked, too, but once the news sank in, I started to get excited – planning the future, picking names. ‘I like the name Ava, if it’s a girl,’ I told my family. I’d always loved that name. Only, a few weeks into my pregnancy, I noticed I was getting forgetful. I’d forget what I’d had for lunch, which way I drove home from work. ‘It’s baby brain,’ my sister Stacey, 25, teased. I had thought so, too. But I was…
