SORE POINT
Sep 17, 2020
3 minutes
Placing my hand on my back, I slowly walked down the stairs, wincing with each step.
Finally at the bottom, I heaved myself onto the sofa, exhausted.
‘Feeling any better?’ my husband Terry, 32, asked.
‘No,’ I grumbled. A few weeks before, on 22 September 2014, I’d given birth to our daughter Madison at Pembury Hospital.
It was a traumatic 23-hour labour – Madison had been breech, and my placenta
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