My doctor called them invisible illnesses… Lowering myself into the bath, I sighed… Perfect!
Some well-earned, mummy-only time.
The hot, bubbly water washed over my aching body.
It was September 2012, and I’d been in pain all day. But with newborn Harvey, and my Caitlin, 1, to look after, I’d learned to live with it.
Relaxing, I closed my eyes.
Then my partner, Darren, 28, bustled in, fussing around.
‘Do you mind?’ I laughed.
He stopped in his tracks, staring at me.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Jac…you’re yellow!’ he said.
What?
‘Get out the bath – I’m taking you to hospital,’ he ordered.
Stunned, I did as he said.
As I dried off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I was yellow – all over!
I’d been in…
