In August 2004, six months into my first pregnancy, I attended a routine antenatal checkup with my husband. The midwife was moving the Doppler around my abdomen unable to locate the baby’s heartbeat. She told me that it wasn’t working so she needed to go and find another one. At that moment, I instinctively knew something was wrong.  She returned later and told us to go to the hospital as they had better equipment. On the way to the hospital, I called my mum and began to cry uncontrollably because I knew that the Doppler was not faulty.