We all know that mothers and multi-tasking are almost synonymous. You have your baby in one arm and the washing basket under the other and try to put on your slippers whilst thinking about dinner. Hospital life was easier in the sense that the emergency situation relieves you of the house duties at least temporarily whilst you are inside the ward. There is no washing to be done, that’s piling up…

When people ask me “how do you cope?” my answer is generally: I don’t. I hate the expression coping because it has a strong flavour of pain with an aftertaste of long-term suffering. Being told you’ll never know how long you have got left with your child is a tough nut to swallow. Being prepared for a life dedicated to medical cares throughout the day and night, how would anyone hold up…

I don’t know about you, but my pregnancy wasn’t as fun as I had imagined. I thought I’d have this glamorously sacred, special time, being high on hormones and delighted about the growing life inside me. I thought once I had a heartbeat confirmed and the neckfold being fine, all would be well. And at week 20 I was excited for my big scan and I would finally to be told what colour scheme to…