THE HARDEST DECISION A WOMAN CAN MAKE
Clutching my tummy, I struggled down the aisle of the plane towards the toilet. This was the fourth time I’d needed to go and it hadn’t been long since the plane had taken off. I just about managed to wait my turn before closing the door and being sick. It was December 2007 and my new husband John* and I were on the way back to Manchester airport after getting married in California. We’d found out I was pregnant not long before saying I do, but while I was looking forward to getting home to start buying a pram and baby clothes – the journey had so far been a nightmare and didn’t get any better.
