1st of April 2016, April Fool’s Day- we were in the lift of the hospital and expecting our first baby. We were joking about how big I was going to get, and on the way to our 20-week scan. I remember so clearly the sonographer kept screwing up her face, my husband seemed blissfully oblivious and kept pointing out things on the screen; and then we’re being told our baby’s limbs are measuring short, and she wants to get someone more senior to check the measurements. The measurements were confirmed and we’re issued with an urgent referral to a consultant.