‘You have a girl,’ doctors hurriedly told me, showing me my baby before whisking her away. I hadn’t even had the chance to hold her.
I didn’t know if it was the wooziness of the epidural and caesarean surgery I’d just had – not to mention all the pain relief that came with it – but, even in that brief moment, I saw that my baby – Georgia – was dark purple.
I knew something wasn’t right.
Pregnancy with Georgia, now 14, was pretty straightforward. With my second child, I’d had complications with sepsis and my baby being breech, so I’d opted for a c-section.