“I didn’t want it to define me – but it did break me at times”: Liz McClarnon opens up in tearful interview about her ‘gruelling’ IVF journey, unexpected love, and finally, the miracle she never thought would come.
Liz McClarnon, once the bubbly blonde songstress of chart-topping British girl band Atomic Kitten, is no stranger to the spotlight – but her latest appearance on ITV’s Loose Women was something else entirely. Raw. Real. Heartbreaking. And utterly inspirational.
In a brutally honest and emotional interview, Liz, now 44, opened up for the first time about the years-long battle she fought to become a mother — a battle riddled with crushed hopes, needles, hormone surges, sleepless nights, and more than one devastating loss.
Her journey began not with a baby rattle, but a swipe — a dating app swipe, to be exact.
“It was love at first swipe,” she laughed through teary eyes, recalling her first digital encounter with now-husband Peter, a doctor she met four years ago. “We were both 40. There was a spark instantly.”
But fairy tales don’t always run smoothly.
Shortly after falling in love, Liz and Peter decided to be proactive. Aware of her age and the ticking biological clock, they consulted a fertility specialist. What followed was a rollercoaster no couple can ever fully prepare for.
“We did the tests. We were hopeful,” Liz said. “Everything looked okay. But then we started the treatment, and that’s when the emotional war began.”
The couple embarked on their first IVF cycle with cautious optimism. Ten eggs retrieved, a few fertilised — but the embryos never reached the stage needed for implantation. Then came the call, the silence on the other end of the line, and the crushing news.
“I thought they’d say, ‘Everything’s great, see you Tuesday.’ But instead… nothing. No embryos made it. I was in shock. Devastated.”
The couple tried again. And again. And again.
Five cycles. Three years. Countless injections. Hope after hope, only to watch it all unravel again and again.
Then came the miscarriages.
Two heart-shattering losses, including one just weeks before Christmas, left the couple convinced their dream of parenthood had come to a heartbreaking end.
“That Christmas was different,” Liz whispered. “We had accepted we’d never be parents.”
But the New Year brought more than just a calendar change — it brought hope. And this time, against all odds, a miracle.
Liz took the test early, bleeding slightly and fearing the worst. At first glance, the test was negative. She sobbed, broken. But then she turned around — and saw a faint second line.
“I just stood there staring. I thought I was hallucinating. But it was real. I was pregnant.”
Now five months along, Liz is glowing — and expecting a little boy.
“We thought it might be a girl. I even wore pink to hint,” she joked on Loose Women. “But it’s a boy, and we’re over the moon.”
Despite the joy, Liz is candid about the lingering fear that still haunts her — the fragility of pregnancy after so many disappointments.
“I’m still scared. But the excitement is starting to win out. It’s becoming real.”
Viewers were moved to tears watching Liz recount her experience — the isolation, the internalised guilt, the feeling of being ‘that person’ in conversations who couldn’t talk about anything except IVF. But through it all, she praised her support system — especially Peter.
“He knew. He understood. He’s a doctor, after all. But more than that, he was there. Every step.”
And now, as she prepares to welcome her miracle baby, Liz faces another label: geriatric mother — a term used medically for pregnant women over 35.
“I’m a geriatric mother,” she chuckled. “Trust me, it used to be even younger. My mum was 27 and they put her in the geriatric ward. Maybe after this, they’ll raise the age again!”
Despite the archaic terminology, Liz wears her age proudly — a symbol of endurance, strength, and the stubborn hope that carried her through five failed IVF cycles, two miscarriages, and enough heartbreak to last a lifetime.
What advice does she have for others walking the same path?
“I wouldn’t presume to give advice,” she says softly. “But I will say this: the hope… it’s the worst part. And the best. It’s the only reason we keep going.”
Indeed, Liz McClarnon’s journey isn’t just a story about infertility. It’s a story about perseverance, about finding light after darkness, about holding on to a dream even when the world tells you to let go.
And above all — it’s a story about hope.
As Liz left the Loose Women stage, the applause was thunderous, the tears very real — on screen and off. For so many watching, she gave something science can’t inject, and no doctor can prescribe.
She gave them belief.
And somewhere, someone watching her story may just be taking another step forward, refusing to give up — just like Liz.