Cradling my newborn son in my arms, I wanted to feel all the right emotions. A rush of love, a natural instinct on how to navigate motherhood. But there was one feeling that was overriding everything. Anxiety.
It was March 2020, and after the arrival of my second child six months earlier, the COVID-19 pandemic had broken out, sending the country into lockdown.
Already a mum to my five-year-old daughter, I found myself trapped inside the same four walls day after day, wondering how every other mum in the world was seemingly coping with this situation.
Meeting the demands of a five-year-old as well as a newborn was a lot – I hadn’t had enough sleep, both children needed feeding and entertaining, and
