Running to the bathroom, I crouched over the toilet.
‘Are you OK, love?’ my nan Sandra, 71, asked as she knocked on the door, hearing me retching.
‘I’m fine,’ I said, flushing the toilet and opening the door. ‘It’s just morning sickness.’
But ever since I’d found out I was pregnant in November 2019, my morning sickness had been non-stop.
I was exhausted. It was a surprise pregnancy, and although I was excited to be a mum, the sickness took the shine off it.
‘You should see a doctor,’ my mum Sophie, 49, said. ‘This isn’t right. ‘
At two months pregnant, Nan took me to Clacton & District Hospital, near our home in Essex.
‘It’s just constipation,’ the doctor said, prescribing me laxatives.
But if anything, they only made…
