Loading what felt like everything but the kitchen sink into the back of the car, that could only mean one thing – a food shop.
Only as mundane as it sounded, I was actually really looking forward to it.
I have to be brave, I told myself. I need to do something normal with my baby…
Welcoming our third child, Brodie, into the world on 14 May 2022, me and my husband Stacy, now 48, had certainly made the most out of our pregnancy.
We relished every single moment as we knew that it was going to be our last, especially with Grace, now 15, and Finley, now 13, causing chaos at home.
Only, not everything was as plain sailing as we had hoped.
Waking up in a pool of blood, Brodie wriggling around inside of me, late on Friday 13 May, at just 32 weeks pregnant, I
