‘What can I do to help?’ my mum, Sengar, asked. I had to smile – it was about the hundredth time she’d asked. Don’t get me wrong, heavily pregnant with my first child, I appreciated her offers of assistance. We’d always been close, and as she lived just a half-hour drive away from my home in Saffron Walden, Essex, we saw each other every week.
She was almost as excited about the birth of her second grandchild, as me and my husband, Tom, 36, were. So together, we got the nursery ready and stocked up on bibs, babygros and blankets.
On 7 June 2019, I went into labour. My pregnancy had been straightforward but the birth wasn’t. Our son, Hudson, was born not breathing.
Thankfully, doctors resuscitated him, and I…
