This was no sickness bug The doctor checked me over. ‘Your baby is fine,’ he said, smiling reassuringly. I clutched my bulging bump with relief.
At eight months pregnant, I had been involved in an small car accident while driving to a christening with my husband, Jonathan, 28, and our two daughters, Grace, six, and Violet, four.
No one was injured, but the doctor had spotted something.
‘Your blood pressure is very high,’ he warned me.
‘If it doesn’t come down soon, you may need to be induced.’
A week later, there was no improvement to my blood pressure, so I went back and had my waters broken.
Baby Lucy was born naturally, weighing a healthy 6lbs and 5oz.
‘She’s perfect,’ I gushed.
Grace and Violet adored their little sister,…