Childbirth destroyed everything that was good in my life, yet of course when I learned I was pregnant with Leo I was overjoyed. But I was also very anxious. A couple of months previously I’d miscarried at around eight weeks, so my happiness was tempered by persistent fear it would happen again.
Reaching the 12-week point felt huge. I remember sitting at the NHS Chelsea and Westminster hospital in a room of other pregnant women waiting to be scanned.
I was part of a club I’d wanted to join for a long time.
But from then, I began feeling pushed about in a system where I wasn’t being listened to.