Whatever it takes
May 26, 2022
4 minutes
Lucy Payne, 37, Wells, Somerset
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Struggling with tummy pains, I lay down on the sofa, grateful for a few minutes’ rest.
It was August 2019 and I was five months pregnant with my second.
When me and my husband Steve, then 38, had had Jessie, 3, I’d felt fine.
This time was different.
Constant pain in the right side of my tummy, extreme exhaustion, breathlessness.
‘Aches and pains are normal,’ the midwife said.
But I knew my body, and I worried that this was something more.
In December, our daughter Eadie was
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