Lying on the sofa, my pregnant belly rose like a mountain before me.
‘Any day now,’ I grinned to my mum Jeanette, 56, as we drank tea in front of the telly.
I wasn’t wrong.
Two days later, on 10 October 2015, I was cradling my daughter Niyah.
I’d needed an emergency Caesarean after I wasn’t dilating properly.
But all the drama was forgotten with that first cuddle.
‘Hello, little one,’ I cooed.
Back home, two days on, I felt tender and sore.
I knew that was normal after a Caesarean, knew I’d have to take things easy for a while.
But, as the weeks passed, the pain still roared.
My tummy seemed to be swelling, too - it grew hard and round like a football.
‘It should be getting…
