‘We wanted her to run, jump, climb trees...’ ‘So many people told us how beautiful she was’ Before we set off for the hospital, I took a selfie and uploaded it to Facebook. Straightaway, my mates started hitting Like.
Fab photo! one wrote.
None of them could tell how terrified I was.
Because as soon as we’d dropped our little girl Lillie, 5, at nursery, me and my partner Kent, 27, would be making our way to Newcastle’s Royal Victoria Infirmary.
There, I’d be induced.
It was 21 July 2014, and although I was 11 days shy of my due date, 1 August, doctors couldn’t risk waiting any longer.
Four months earlier, at our 20-week scan, the midwife said we were having a little girl.
But there was something wrong…
