This was extremely hard as a parent. Suddenly I couldn’t push the twin pram up the hill or easily carry my twin babies up the stairs, and I once got stuck on a pebble beach as my legs felt too heavy to move properly.

I had given birth, was producing milk, and had no child. My heart knew he was okay, knew he was safe, knew he was loved, but my head and hormones were screaming at me to be holding and feeding a child. I guess looking back now, it was intense grief.

Infertility is so tough. It’s a different journey for everyone, and it can put a huge strain on your relationship, your mental wellbeing, your finances and sometimes, your friendships as those around you often don’t know what to say or do.

“I wish I could go back and tell that terrified mother, standing in the hospital ward, holding her small baby, blinking furiously under those bright fluorescent lights, trying to wake up from what she hoped was just a nightmare. I wish I could tell her she was going to be okay.”

I was on a mission and my boys health was the prize. Looking back I was a bit obsessed but any parent with a sick kid knows they stop at nothing to help.