One, two, three, four, five, breathe, breathe. One, two, three, four, five, breathe, breathe.
Lying on the cold tiles of my bathroom floor, I had just given birth to my twin son, Zakaria, at just 23 weeks and six days gestation. My knees buckling, almost falling to the floor, with only my husband to hold me upright. He said some words. I can’t quite remember, but it was along the lines of “rely on God”.