Without fail, during the first week in January, I still grieve for the baby I had to abort, as this would have been the week they were due to be born. My baby decided to implant itself somewhere where it was not viable, and the choice was taken out of my hands: if this pregnancy continued then I would die. From the moment the sonographer said Oh, ummm, hang on sec, I think I need to get a doctor to come and look at this everything went into hyperdrive. My lasting memory is whilst being taken down to surgery,  I couldn't stop crying and the nurse asked me, as if she was surprised, 'why are you crying?' and through my tears, I replied 'this baby was wanted!'