Watching my three baby girls snuggle up while my eldest, Gabriella, four, read them a bedtime story, I couldn’t resist capturing the moment on camera. Just five years ago, my husband, Brad, 46, and I had struggled to have one baby, and now we had a houseful. We were permanently exhausted, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept more than a few hours, but hearing their giggles, none of that mattered.
‘I had to manage the pain’ Brad and I married in 2012 and immediately started trying for a family. Only, after 18 months and two early miscarriages, we were anxious. ‘There must be a problem,’ I told Brad, and he agreed we should see fertility specialists. Only, just before our first appointment, in February 2015, I fell…
