TRUE-LIFE
Natasha Hunton-Walker, 31, London
My eyes opened and rested on my husband Zac, then 31, sat on my hospital bed.
He was cradling a tiny baby. Our baby.
Little Maximus, who we'd welcomed just hours before, in September 2023.
I felt strange, like I was in a dream. Awake but not.
My brain felt muddled.
I mumbled some nonsense, couldn't make anybody understand what I was trying to say.
‘Just rest, love. You're exhausted,’ my mum, Tanya, then 61, soothed.
I couldn't deny that.
After a smooth pregnancy, 36 hours of labour had certainly taken it out of me.
I was allowed home with Maximus three days
