When I was six weeks pregnant, they thought I was three months. When they told me it was twins, I rolled off the scanning table in surprise. I had been told I couldn't have children because of a nasty attack that happened when I was 16. They're beautiful kids, and now they're just coming out of the terrible twos.

I had a termination when my twins were eight months old. There was no way I could cope with another child. I was already dealing with postnatal depression. A woman found out what I'd been through and started calling me 'babykiller' and tried to entice me into a fight, but I just had to walk away. Don't they know the person who had the termination could be hurting - really hurting - inside?

Once the choice was made there was not much I could do other than be brave. Still, it was hard afterwards. It got to the point when I couldn't even pick up the twins. Holding them upset me. My daughter has wiped tears from my face and said, 'It's OK, Mummy.'

If the time had been different, if they had been in school full time, it might have been right. I have a support network of friends and my partner has been so helpful. At the time he comforted me; I comforted him. I'm a happy person when my twins are around. I would tell someone in a similar situation: just keep going.