On a Thursday lunchtime in mid September, 2004 I somehow managed to manoeuvre my alarmingly vast backside and vaster still stomach – occupied at the time by a nine-month-old human being – into a café chair opposite my beamingly proud mother. It had been a perfect, textbook pregnancy but it seems the little person just didn’t want out yet and a date for an induced labour had been set for the following week. As well as the run-of-the-mill conversations the two of us had over lunch, I also explained to Mum that for some reason I was convinced that having had everything go so right in my life so far – wonderful marriage (to Matthew, a teacher), first class degree, ideal job, lovely little house – I strongly felt something major was about to go wrong. And it did.
Author and illustrator Rebecca Elliott shares how a moment of heartbreak has been replaced and transformed by gratitude and joy. Subscribe to Families First to read the whole article.
