Stroking my rounded tummy, I swelled with happiness as I thought about the coming hours. It was October 2015 and me and my husband Scott, then 37, were about to welcome our second baby.
A little girl, to join her big brother Archie, then 4.
Pregnancy had been a breeze.
And now, we waited in hospital as I prepared to be induced.
At just over 40 weeks, my bump was massive.
‘You're going to have a big baby!’ doctors had told me.
Hardly surprising.
Scott was 6ft 3in tall, and Archie had weighed over 9lb at birth.
That afternoon though, I'd