I thought it was just a part of pregnancy

Cuddling my daughter Freya, three, I smiled as she patted my rounded tummy. It was April 2019 and we had lots to be excited about. ‘I can’t wait to meet our baby,’ Freya beamed.

Months earlier, in September 2018, my husband David, then 30, and I had discovered we were expecting again. This pregnancy felt like a miracle because, that August, I’d suffered a devastating miscarriage at eight weeks.

Now this baby – a girl – was healing our pain and we were looking forward to being a family of four. But my happy thoughts were overshadowed by a familiar thud in my forehead.

The pain kept building

‘Not again,’ I groaned, remembering the