Sitting on the floor, I watched adoringly as my son Theo, then two, played with his toys. With my newborn daughter Leah fast asleep in her Moses basket, I relished spending time playing with him.
Only, as I tried to get up from the floor, I couldn’t. At 5ft 5in and over 17st, my bulk was just too much for me to move easily. ‘Help!’ I called to my husband Andrew, then 35. Striding over and seizing my hands, he hauled me to my feet and I breathlessly steadied myself and fell back on to the sofa. ‘This is getting ridiculous,’ I sighed.
‘I WAS TOO BIG TO MOVE’
