Before sitting down to write about my second gorgeous girl’s entrance into the world, I had a quick re-read of her sister’s story. For the first time, I was able to think about those two days without getting upset or tearful. That’s because her little sister’s birth story has healed my heart and my mind.
It has allowed me to feel like a proper mum. A real woman. It has enabled me to regain my sense of strength and above all, it has made me realise that the difficulties Lottie and I experienced during her labour weren’t my fault. Something I had always wanted to believe, but never really did.