TRUE-LIFE
The dark days are behind me
P utting down the takeaway menu, I grinned at my husband Stephen.
‘A chicken bhuna please. Hopefully that’ll get thing’s going,’ I said.
It was April 2019 and I was three days over my due date with our first baby.
I’d tried everything from hot baths to long walks to kick-start labour.
Not a twinge.
‘Fingers crossed,’ Stephen, then 34, said later as we tucked into our curries.
Finally, three days on, I went into labour.
In hospital with newborn Owen
After a gruelling 36 hours, our baby boy Owen was placed in my arms.
It was the moment he’d kept me waiting
