As the nurse handed our baby girl Erin* to my husband Nezam, then 34, his eyes filled with tears.
‘I’m so happy,’ he beamed.
It was the happiest moment of my life too.
Maybe things will get better now, I told myself.
Nezam and I had grown up together as our families were close, and when I was 25 we got married.
At first things were great.
But years passed and Nezam couldn’t find work.
‘This isn’t the life I promised you,’ he sighed.
He began suffering with anxiety, and on top of that,
