The pregnancy had been fairly easy, apart from Jill's initial reservations. It had progressed smoothly; the unborn child grew at a reasonable rate inside his mother. Nobody could have foreseen the problems they faced and the heartbreak the child would bring.

Jonathon Ormerod was born three weeks early; Jill had been worried when she'd gone into labour early but had faith in her colleagues. She and Gordon knew three weeks wasn't a major concern considering there wasn't any real known problem with their child. The labour had gone smoothly, although a little slow and the two of them had welcomed their first child into the world.

Within seconds of his arrival he'd cried, a noise that so many mothers long to hear; a signal that their okay. A sense of relief washed over his parents; who, unlike most 1960s births, had both been there. Gordon had been adamant that he wanted to be at their child's birth and Jill didn't see any problems with his insistence. They'd seen it all before; delivered many baby's each.

And that initial reservation that Jill had once had instantly washed away, as soon as her son was placed in her arms she was overwhelmed with love for the child. Gordon sat on the bed beside Jill his arm wrapped around her, watching his wife and son bond.

'He's beautiful Jill. Well done love' Whispered Gordon as he kissed her head again and stroked his sons head. 'Thank you' His eyes filled with tears and his face the picture of happiness. There was no reply from Jill, no words were needed. She looked up at Gordon and kissed him, letting him know everything was going to be alright.

With Mr Carneigie at the meeting and all their colleagues awaiting news on the baby Gordon went to announce Jonathon's birth. 'Has she had it?!' shouted Lizzie as he entered the reception area.

'Yes, yes. Mother and baby doing well... Jonathon Ormerod I should say' announced Gordon, proud as punch. He didn't stay long before making his way back to Jill's side ward. But they only got a short time with their child after that, before their pleasure was snatched away. The first checks of their son had shown no problems, he'd appeared a healthy baby but Jill's instincts told her something wasn't right. His breathing was laboured and far too fast, even for a newborn child. Sister Bridget checked him over and after much resistance from Jill he was hurried away with Sister to be worked on.

'He's going to be alright, come on. He'll be fine!' Reassured Gordon as he tried to comfort his wife, holding her close to him as she cried uncontrollably, but even he himself wasn't so sure.

'I knew this would happen! It's my fault...' Exclaimed Jill, upset and angry

'Don't say that. That's not true; you know it, as well do I.' His own eyes welling, Gordon felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. 'Look, I'll go and find out what's going on. I promise you he'll be alright. Our son will be alright Jill. Trust me' Gordon stood up not wanting to leave his wife for too long. He walked out of the room backwards; not taking his eyes off Jill. Then quickly ran to the emergency room where Jonathon was being treated.

'How's he doing? What's wrong with him?' He quickly questioned when he reached the room where Mr Rose was helping his two colleagues with the baby. But their faces said it all. They didn't even have to say anything, he already knew.

'I'm so very sorry old chap' Mr Rose's voice broke the silence 'I'm so very sorry...'

'No you must be wrong! You've got to keep trying! He was fine half an hour ago; crying, m-moving...'

'Problem with the heart it would seem. A post-mortem will reveal more. I wish there was more I could do Ormerod, but there just isn't' Mr Rose walked towards Gordon placed a firm hand on his shoulder for several seconds and then walked out.

'How am I going to tell Jill? This wasn't meant to happen' He questioned Matron, looking for answers in somebody of great authority.

How do you tell your wife that your new born son is dead? How do you tell her after promising her everything was going to be alright? It was the horrible job Gordon was left with. He turned down Sister Bridget's offer of breaking the news, it was down to him.

After spending a while composing himself and over thinking things Gordon made his way back to Jill. As soon as he walked in the room the atmosphere changed, she knew what had happened without him even speaking. A scream filled the corridor and Gordon ran over and caught his wife as she collapsed on the floor. They sat together crying and grieving for the child they barely knew.