Grabbing the mirror from the table beside me, I sat up in bed and checked my reflection, making sure my hair and lip gloss were still intact. ‘Could you pass my hairbrush?’ I asked my husband Haydn, then 36, who was sitting in the chair beside me. ‘You look great,’ he reassured with a smile. It was September 2009 and, while it might sound as though I was getting ready for a night out, I was in fact in hospital – in the midst of labour with my firstborn! With a break between contractions, I took the time to give my appearance a once-over.
It was an important day in my life, and I’d worked hard to
