Yet it never occurred to either of us that my life could be in danger.
My GP was not a man given to displays of emotion but the third time I managed to get pregnant, he solemnly took my hand and said: “Until this baby arrives, we are going to treat you like a Ming vase.” After two miscarriages, I was certainly not ready to embark on the customary joyful anticipation of my “forthcoming event”.
Yet it never occurred to either of us that my life could be in danger.