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The Untold Stories Eight years ago, when I was 32, I went for a routine scan. I was 20 weeks pregnant, and looking forward to bringing home the first grainy photo of our much wanted second baby. I can only recall snippets of the conversation the consultant and radiographer had as I lay on the bed. Various "anomalies" in my baby were pointed out on the screen, and discussed. They spoke to each other, not to me, and most of what they said I couldn't understand. "Neural tube defect" meant nothing; spina bifida did.

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Eight years ago, when I was 32, I went for a routine scan. I was 20 weeks pregnant, and looking forward to bringing home the first grainy photo of our much wanted second baby. I can only recall snippets of the conversation the consultant and radiographer had as I lay on the bed. Various "anomalies" in my baby were pointed out on the screen, and discussed. They spoke to each other, not to me, and most of what they said I couldn't understand. "Neural tube defect" meant nothing; spina bifida did.