'There's no easy way to say this but I'm afraid your baby has a Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia' announced Mr T, barely wanting to drop the bombshell. The room had instantly fallen silent with no one wanting to utter a word.

Jac had sat speechless; only too aware of the mortality rate of any unborn child with the condition. Jonny on the hand was a little more in the dark about the situation they found themselves in. He sat beside Jac holding onto her left hand tightly studying each person's face searching for answers.

'So... so what does that mean?' he stuttered.

'You know what it means Jonny. We both know what it means!' shouted his ex partner.

'I know what it means, but what does it mean for our child?'

'Jonny it means...it means your child only has a 50% of surviving birth' explained Mr T solemnly

'50%? Surely there's something you can do. You're Doctor's, there's always something you can do' the Scottish man argued.

'There's not I'm sorry, not until the baby's born that is. Once it's born there's a whole range of things we can do but until then all we can do is pray.'

'And what are our other options?' forced Naylor, glaring at her obstetrician

The long silence was then broken as he outlined their only other option 'A termination'