My tummy rumbled as I held my wailing newborn Amber against my chest.
It was August 2012 and I'd been up with her all night.
I was a first-time mum, coping on my own, and it was hard.
Just then, the doorbell dinged over Amber's cries and my mum Jenny, then 56, blustered in.
'I brought you lamb chops and roast potatoes,' she smiled.
Within minutes, Mum had Amber snoozing in her lap.
'Go have a bath,' she said.
Grateful, I enjoyed a soak