Running for Isabel
Getting into the car, I waved to my daughter as my husband and I drove away, leaving her with her grandparents.
It was May 2009 and Sophie, 21 months, was being looked after by my in-laws while my husband Trevor, then 26, drove us to Basildon University Hospital. I had just gone into labour at 41 weeks and was looking forward to meeting our new baby girl. Since I’d been through labour before, I thought I knew what to expect as we drove to the maternity unit. I’d already given up my job as a nurse to be at home with the girls, my birth plan was ready, and we’d washed all the baby
