WHAT IF I DIE?

Stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, I felt a searing pain in my head.

Ooh, this is a bad one, I winced.

I was 34 weeks pregnant with my third child, and running around after my other two, Olivia Grace, four, and Theodore, two, I was constantly on my feet.

But for the past few days I’d had horrific headaches.

At 23, I was a young mum, and I’d taken care of myself since moving out of my mum Clare’s house at 17.

I’d always been independent, and I just got on with it.

But one day, I was sitting on the floor reading a book to Olivia and Theodore, and I got the worst headache ever.

‘Sophie?’ my partner Jed said. ‘Stop messing around.’

But although I was fully conscious, I couldn’t speak or move. I could hear Jed, but I couldn’t respond to him.

When I came out of my temporary paralysis, I was in the most unimaginable pain.

Thankfully, the kids hadn’t noticed, but I was worried.