When my second baby boy James turned 6 years old a couple of weeks ago, in a social media post, I wrote about the difficulties I had conceiving and carrying him. I also wrote that he was my fifth pregnancy. He wasn’t. He was my sixth. You see, the first time I ever found myself pregnant was when I was 23 years old, before the pregnancy I lost prior to my first boy, Georgie, and after the two miscarriages I had before James. That first pregnancy ended with an abortion.
