Something’s Wrong

I’d only just got home from hospital with my baby girl, Erin, but I knew something wasn’t right.

I was waking up in tops that were completely soaked with sweat, almost like they’d just been pulled out of the washing machine.

It wasn’t normal.

I’m not feeling very well,’ I told my health visitor, as I rocked Erin in my arms. ‘I’m sweating too much, it’s running from everywhere.’

‘It’s just your hormones trying to get back to normal,’ she said.

I knew it wasn’t that though.

‘Maybe I have an infection or something?’ I said, desperately.

I’d already had enough trouble with Erin’s birth, I didn’t want to risk something going wrong again.

I’d complained about groin pains for six months of my pregnancy, and each time doctors told me that I was just slim, and