MUMMY’S BATTLE
Opening the front door to my new house, I carried in my newborn son George, and showed him around for the very first time.
‘Welcome home!’ I beamed proudly, gently pushing open the door to his nursery.
In September 2015, I was 17 years old and had just given birth to my little boy.
After placing him down in his Moses basket, I started unpacking a few boxes and noticed how exhausted I felt.
Luckily, my mum Jane, 48, was on hand to help.
‘Go have a nap,’ she insisted, ushering me to
