Waddling over to the bedside table, I switched off the lamp. ‘Goodnight sweetheart,’ I smiled at my daughter Lexi, then two.
At nine months pregnant, with my husband Brent, then 35, I was expecting our new arrival any day.
‘Your sister will be here very soon,’ I whispered.
When the baby still hadn’t come a week after my due date, I headed to hospital to be induced. Doctors thought I might need an emergency caesarean.
Thankfully, I was able to give birth naturally and, in minutes, our beautiful girl
