The first few weeks and months of my first pregnancy were traumatic enough!

I was eighteen, almost nineteen, and I had trouble getting Chiara to latch on and suckle. My midwife told me to persist and not to worry that my daughter was crying with hunger. That cry gets into your soul and with all your emotions on overtime you panic, which affects everything!

Eventually we got things going and she was good at feeding. When I started university again she was often either with me, or at my mother’s house and there were times I had to rush home in a taxi to feed her or to express my milk so that the nursery nurse my parents engaged for me could feed her when she woke.