The Deepest Love

Victoria Robinson, 25, from Wolverhampton, knows there’s no bond stronger than the bond between twins...

- Laea Marshall And Harriet Rose - Gale

Lying on my back, the sonographer rubbed jelly over my tummy.

It was November last year, and finding out that I was expecting had come as a big surprise.

Finishing up my law degree and looking after my four-year old girl, Storm, I already had my hands full.

But lately, I’d been feeling nauseous during lectures, and I had a gut feeling.

And when a pregnancy test confirmed it, I was over the moon.

Now, at my nine-week scan, I was eager to find out if everything was OK.

Just then, the sonographer paused, looking concerned.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked, becoming worried.

‘Nothing at all,’ she smiled, after examining the monitor more closely.

‘How do you feel about having twins?’

‘Twins?!’ I gasped. ‘Yes, there’s two babies in there,’ she smiled. I couldn’t believe it. But, sure enough, when I looked, there were two little blobs, floating around together on the screen.

Two babies would be a handful, to say the least, but the more I thought about it, the more excited I was.

The father wasn’t in the picture, but I knew I’d have the support of my parents, Dolsie, 52, and Hugo, 54.

I was given a due date of 10 June, and I couldn’t wait.

‘These two will be the best of friends,’ I smiled to Mum.

Then, on 14 February, I woke up with severe back pain.

I was only 23 weeks along, so I didn’t think that it could be the babies.

But as time went on, the pain became more unbearable.