Her tumour was TWICE HER SIZE

Rachel's girl Saylor was a fighter from her first breath

- Claudia Siron

I’m pregnant!’ I shrieked over the phone to my friend Emily, holding a positive test in my hand.

I couldn’t believe I’d fallen pregnant just nine months after my husband Kieran and I had welcomed our baby girl Aubrey.

We’d only moved to a bigger home with a spare room two months earlier, thinking we’d have another bub in the next few years.

Still, I knew Kieran, 35, would be as thrilled as I was.

So, I ducked out to the shops and bought a Bunnings gift card, a onesie and some pregnancy vitamin pills.

Putting the clothes and pills in a box, I sat the gift card on top with a note. Choppity chop, open the box... It won’t be a spare room for much longer.

Opening it up, Kieran beamed.

‘It’s a girl!’ an ultrasound technician revealed in April last year.

‘You’re going to have a little sister,’ I smiled to Aubrey later.

And we soon chose her name – Saylor.

Apart from being diagnosed with gestational diabetes, which I’d also had with Aubrey, everything was going smoothly.

However, arriving alone at my 20-week scan, my heart stopped when the sonographer said she’d get the doctor.

That isn’t normal, I worried.

‘Your baby has type two sacrococcygeal teratoma (SCT),’ he said gently.

What on Earth is that? I panicked.

It turned out it was a tumour that grows on the infant’s tailbone before birth.