Manda Grover, 44, shares her real life story
Manda Grover had never been one for messing around and at 36 she didn't have the time to either.
'All I've ever wanted is to have children, so there's really no point us seeing each other unless you want the same,' I told my date Richard.
We'd known each other for years after meeting through friends. But we had only just started dating. So far, the conversation had flowed easily and being with Richard felt right. But I had to be honest with him about what I wanted because my biological clock was now ticking so loudly, it was almost deafening. I'd already decided to find a sperm donor and go it alone if I was still single in two years' time. Thankfully, my honesty didn't seem to put Richard off.
'It's OK, I want kids, too,' he said. So we carried on dating and when we'd been together a year, Richard moved in and we started trying. When my period arrived a month later, I burst into tears. I thought that now we had decided to have a baby, it would just happen. Then, 10 months on, I took a test and it was positive. I was so excited, but a week later I started bleeding.
I thought it was a miscarriage, but at the hospital they said the test had been a false positive – I hadn't even been pregnant.
'We need help,' I told Richard.
Our GP referred us to a fertility specialist, who put us on the waiting list for IVF. While we waited and waited for an appointment, we kept trying. But it was all-consuming. I had kits to test when I was ovulating, then after sex I'd make Richard shove pillows under my bum while I kept my legs in the air. Still, nothing happened. The stress was making us both a bit tetchy.
'I can't just do it,' Richard said one day, when I told him we had to have sex because I was at my most fertile.
'But we have to,' I replied.
Finally, six months on, we had our first round of IVF and I fell pregnant. But at nine weeks, I started to bleed and a scan revealed the baby's heart had stopped. I was so devastated, I just couldn't face waiting for it to pass out naturally.
So I went back to the hospital a few days on to have it removed surgically. After that, I struggled to pick myself up again. All around me people were falling pregnant and having beautiful babies. It felt like a constant reminder of my own failure.
But Richard and I had decided to get married, so I focused on planning our wedding. Back home, after an amazing honeymoon, we had a second round of IVF. It failed again, but we were left with two frozen embryos.
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I couldn't face trying another round right away. Then a friend from work gave me a self-help book called The Secret. Its message was that if you think positively about what you want, you'll get it. By the time we started our next round of IVF, I had given myself a mantra.
'I will have twins,' I told myself over and over. I didn't allow myself to think anything else. I'd tell anyone who would listen that that was what would happen – no doubt about it.
Two embryos were implanted and two weeks later, I did a test. I felt so tired and sick that I knew before I even looked at the stick what the result was going to be.
'It's positive! I'm pregnant again,' I told Richard.
And at an early scan, I discovered my mantra had worked.
'It's twins,' the sonographer said. I looked at Richard and grinned.
'I told you,' I said and he laughed.
I was now 42, so my pregnancy was already considered high risk. Expecting twins only increased the risk of problems. But I was determined that nothing would go wrong. I was going to carry these babies to as near to full term as I could and they were going to be just fine. Even finding out at 12 weeks that there was a one in eight chance twin number two had Down syndrome didn't worry me.We were offered a test to confirm the diagnosis. The doctor told us we would then have the option to abort the baby if it was positive. But the test carried a risk of miscarriage and whatever the outcome, there was no way we'd ever consider a termination.
'I've waited six years to get to this point,' I said. 'We'll deal with whatever happens.'
After reading up about Down syndrome, we knew there was a chance the baby could have heart problems. But a detailed scan at 16 weeks revealed both our babies had perfectly healthy hearts. We also discovered twin one was a girl and twin two was a boy.
'One of each, that's perfect,' I said.
As the pregnancy progressed, the doctor told us twin two was pushing down on twin one and there was a real risk that I'd go into labour prematurely.
He also seemed to be having problems processing fluid.
Every time I went for a scan or a check-up, the doctor would ask: 'Are you happy to continue with the pregnancy?'
I got so sick of it that in the end I said: 'Can you just put it on my notes that I'm not getting rid of this baby?'
Carrying twins was exhausting and uncomfortable. I managed to keep working until I was 34 weeks pregnant, but two days later, I was admitted to hospital to be monitored. A week later, doctors decided the babies needed to come out and I was taken for a Caesarean.
Seeing two little incubators with all the equipment ready and waiting for them, I broke down in tears. Richard tried, but couldn't console me. I just desperately wanted them both to be OK.
Our baby girl Jessica arrived first, weighing 2.2kg, and Jack arrived a minute later, weighing 3kg. They both needed a bit of oxygen to get them going, but they were fine.
Jessica was put on my chest right away, but Jack was taken away for a few minutes first.
When they finally handed him to me, I could see he had Down syndrome. But it didn't matter one bit. They were both beautiful and they were mine. They spent their first few days in the special care baby unit.
I suffered from eclampsia, too, so we were all kept in the hospital for a week. During that time, Jack's diagnosis of Down syndrome was officially confirmed.
'I'm so sorry,' the nurse said. 'We have two beautiful, healthy babies who we've waited six years for, so there's nothing to be sorry about,' I replied.
When it was time to take the twins home, I panicked. How would we cope without the nurses and midwives around to help us? But while it was hard work, we soon settled into a routine. It was clear from the start that the two of them had a strong bond. And while Jessica was always ahead of her brother in her development, it didn't matter.
They're two now and they're the most adorable little duo. Jessica is a real chatterbox and she's funny, too. She makes Jack laugh a lot. Jack isn't talking properly yet, but he's very strong-willed and knows his own mind. At nursery, Jessica looks out for him.
'Where's my Jack?' she says. When it comes to Jack's Down syndrome, the only problem we've encountered is dealing with other people's ignorance.
'If they're twins, how come they haven't both got Down syndrome?' one mum asked.
'I've always wanted a baby with Down syndrome,' another told me. 'They're always so happy.'
She'd change her mind if she saw Jack kicking off about wearing his glasses, I thought.
But though my little boy has Down syndrome, he's certainly not defined by it. To us, he's just our gorgeous, stubborn Jack, who takes a little longer to do things than other kids. Looking back, I can't believe how many times doctors asked me to consider getting rid of him. I know everyone's got their decision to make and some might feel they can't cope with a child who's different. But we're all different. That's what makes the world interesting.I can't imagine my life without Jack and Jessica. They're my whole world now. I waited years for them to come along and they were most definitely worth the wait.