Plumping up my daughter, Ellie’s, pillows one last time, I leaned in to kiss her goodbye.
“Call me as soon as you’ve moved to the ward,” I said to her.
Christmas was just around the corner, but today – December 20, 2022 – our family had another reason to celebrate: I was about to be a grandma.
“Thanks, Mum,” Ellie, 19, smiled, resting her hand on her bump.
I’d taken her to hospital after she worried about reduced movement from the baby.
She was due on January 3, 2023, so I wasn’t taking any chances.
I hated leaving her there, but I knew she was safe.
My younger girls, Leila, 16, and Mya, 13, were staying with friends or their dad, so arriving home around 5.30am, I couldn’t wait to…
