Watching as the hospital doors swung open, I got a strong waft of meat and cheese.
‘What have you got?’ I asked my boyfriend, Sam, 23. ‘It smells nice.’
‘A hoagie,’ he replied. ‘I’m absolutely starving.’
‘You’re starving? I’m the one who’s just been through labour!’ I said, jokingly.
It was 25 April 2020, and I’d just given birth to our first child, Savannah.
She was