Placing my hand on my back, I slowly walked down the stairs, wincing with each step.
Finally at the bottom, I heaved myself onto the sofa, exhausted.
‘Feeling any better?’ my husband Terry, 32, asked.
‘No,’ I grumbled. A few weeks before, on 22 September 2014, I’d given birth to our daughter Madison at Pembury Hospital.
It was a traumatic 23-hour labour – Madison had been breech, and my placenta had split, causing a lot of bleeding.
Afterwards, I was in constant agony.
Even now, when I should have been cherishing being a new mum, I was suffering with chronic back pain, fatigue, forgetfulness, insomnia, and muscle pain.
Doctors put it down to the traumatic birth, said it would pass.
But it didn’t pass. In fact, over the next few…
