
I was on my way to work, stepping into a busy tube carriage when several people immediately jumped up to offer me their seat, smiling at me encouragingly. I froze, my heart sinking, and I stumbled off the train as quickly as I could. It felt impossible to move, and so I stood there on the platform for what felt like hours, letting train after train go past.
It was 2017 and I was expecting my fourth child. My previous pregnancies were easy and uncomplicated and very positive, yet this time I was utterly blindsided by extreme feelings of dread and despair.