Rachel Bailey, 31
Gazing out of our porthole at the crashing waves, I winced.
This cruise should have been a dream holiday, but I was in agony.
‘They're so painful,’ I sighed, cradling my sore, swollen boobs.
It was December 2017, and I was away with my husband Alexander, then 22, and his family.
We'd been together for five years and had just had our second child, Aria, then 12 months.
The seven-day cruise was a well-needed break, with my mum and stepfather back home looking after Aria and her older brother Troy, 2.
And I was well prepared.
I'd been weaning Aria off
