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Rosie Jo

Our^

Little family:

We miss

Rosie Jo

Joanne Tennick, 31, from Thurcroft, Rotherham

My precious baby girl

came here for a reason

14 Chat it’s fate

At 28

weeks, I had

a vivid dream

I couldn’t

shake

On borrowed

time, we

cuddled,

kissed and

loved her

An

g

el

L

et’s start trying for

a baby,’ I declared to

my hubby Jonathan,

then 26.

Except, a year on,

in July 2011, we’d no success.

Diagnosed with

polycystic ovary

syndrome, I was

prescribed tablets to

help. Sadly though,

in May 2012,

I had an ectopic

pregnancy, and

miscarried at

six weeks.

But then, in

March 2013...

‘I’m pregnant!’

I announced.

We were delighted,

but nervous.

Due to my ectopic, I’d

an early scan at six weeks.

I gasped, amazed at the

life growing inside me.

Still, I was anxious.

Little arms

A midwifery support

worker, seeing babies

arrive daily was

wonderful, but I

witnessed tragedy, too.

It played on my mind.

At our 20-week

scan, our baby was

showing as healthy. Yet,

I suffered nightmares.

One took place in

a spooky haunted house.

No matter which door

I ran to, I couldn’t escape.

Then, around 28 weeks, I

had a vivid dream I couldn’t

shake. I’d just had a

Caesarean, Jonathan was

with me, and I

was cradling a

baby girl with a

gorgeous shot

of black hair.

Only...

‘It’s fine she’s

just got little

arms,’ I said

aloud in

the dream.

A girl

Then, I woke with a

jolt. What did it mean?

I confided in Jonathan.

‘Just a panic

dream,’ he

reasoned.

Thankfully, on 25

November 2013, Pippa

arrived safely. Healthy.

Then, when she

hit 11 months, I’d

a familiar feeling

in my tummy...

I couldn’t be...

Could I?

Yes!

At 16 weeks

pregnant, we

decided to go for

a private scan to

discover the sex.

There, our

bubble burst.

‘The baby’s legs

are measuring two weeks

shorter than expected,’

the sonographer said.

We didn’t even take in

we were expecting a girl.

Dazed, we went

straight to Bassetlaw

Hospital where

tests revealed

our baby had a

rare form of brittle

bone disease.

‘She’ll likely die in the

womb or soon after,’ the doctor

said, offering a termination.

Meant to be

That night, we wept.

Then, it hit

me... my dream!

‘I think I’m

meant to have

her,’ I breathed.

‘We should

give her a chance,’

Jonathan agreed.

As my bump

grew, I prayed

for a miracle.

And, like my

dream, Rosie Jo

survived a Caesarean

at Royal Hallamshire

Hospital on 16 September

2015, weighing just 4lb 10oz.

My mum Sue, 59, looked

after Pippa while Jonathan

was at my side.

What struck me first was

missionmission