Patrice’s boyfriend had a pictureperfect proposal…
My placenta popped the question
Hovering by the front door, I tutted loudly.
‘We’re going to be late!’ I chivvied my fella, Ciaran Edwards, 25. ‘Come on!’
I couldn’t wait a second longer. It was November last year and, at 25 weeks pregnant, I was booked in for a 4D ultrasound scan at a private clinic in Belfast.
It was a 20th birthday present from Ciaran’s sister, Charlene.
We’d already found out we were having a boy at my 20-week scan. Now, I was so excited by the prospect of seeing how our baby was developing that I could barely sit still on the 30-minute journey.
But, as I babbled away giddily, Ciaran was strangely quiet.
Still, I was sure he’d perk up once we reached the clinic.
Lying on the bed in the darkened room as images of our baby filled the screen in front of us, tears welled up my eyes.
‘Isn’t he beautiful?’ I gasped in awe, staring at our son’s tiny nose and mouth on the monitor.
‘I think you should turn around,’ the sonographer said, her voice bringing me back down to earth.
Sitting up, I was puzzled to see Ciaran crouched down by the bed.
What was he doing?!
Then the penny dropped… Catching a glint from the diamond-encrusted sparkler in Ciaran’s hand, my heart started hammering.
‘Will you marry me?’ he asked, holding out the ring. ‘Oh, my God!’ I sobbed, pulling him in for a cuddle. ‘Of course!’ There wasn’t a dry eye in the room! ‘Didn’t you see the writing on the scan?’ he chuckled. Turning around, I squinted at the screen. Mummy, my daddy wants to know will you marry him???? was scrawled in yellow over the image of our baby’s face.
How had I missed that?!
Ciaran told me that, when Charlene had booked the scan, he’d decided to persuade the management team at the clinic to help him propose.
As we left the clinic and called our family to share the happy news, I couldn’t stop crying with happiness.
Then, just three weeks later, I went into labour after I’d had a routine check-up at Craigavon Area Hospital.
‘There’s no fluid around your baby,’ my consultant explained to me. ‘Your waters have completely gone.’
I was rushed off to Royal Jubilee Maternity Hospital in Belfast, where tiny 2lb 5½ oz Fionnbhar was born at 4.56am.
But seeing him lying there in the neonatal unit was so upsetting.
Hooked up to wires and tubes, he looked so little and helpless.
‘He’ll pull through,’ Ciaran said soothingly.
And, amazingly, he did. Little Fionnbhar grew stronger every day, and was finally able to come home after seven weeks.
Now, me and Ciaran have set the date for our big white wedding – in August 2019.
And, after helping his dad with the perfect proposal and then making such a dramatic entrance into the world, Fionnbhar has already run rings around us!
‘WHAT WAS THAT ON THE SCAN?’
Now Fionnbhar is fighting fit, me and Ciaran are planning our wedding
Our tiny baby came along at just 28 weeks
Even the clinic staff welled up when Ciaran proposed