My Miracle

Tammy was told her baby would die

- Kelly Strange/Hannah Abbott

After a hectic day with the kids, I was looking forward to getting into bed and resting my growing bump.

But as I pulled back the duvet, I heard Johnny James, 2, calling for me.

‘Mummy’s coming,’ I shouted down the hallway.

I made my way to his room but before I got there, I felt a gush between my legs. No!

My partner AJ, 29, heard me and came rushing to my side.

‘My waters!’ I told him.

It was February last year and I was only 20 weeks pregnant.

The hospital told me to come straight in. There, they confirmed the amniotic sac had ruptured and said to expect labour to start.

‘Will the baby survive?’ I said.

‘I’m afraid not,’ a doctor said.

I put my head in my hands and howled in pain. Not again.

Back in 2013, I was 23 weeks pregnant when I went into early labour. I had to watch my son Adam-John die in my arms two hours after being born.

Losing him was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through and the thought of having to do it again was heartbreaking.

Won’t give up

The next day, with no signs of labour, the medics asked me to take medication to bring it on.

I refused.

‘Your baby won’t survive now your waters have gone. You risk getting an infection and dying if you don’t give birth,’ a doctor said.

‘I don’t care – I’m not bringing another baby into the world just to die,’ I said.

I meant it. I decided to leave it up to the universe to decide.