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August 1992. Our new baby boy arrived in two hours, a slightly smaller version of Josh: dark eyes, and with beautiful long eyelashes. He was alert from the first moment, feeding straight away, no messing around. I felt blessed with two wonderful children.

Harvey was four weeks old when I drove the 90-minute journey for my interview, leaving him with relatives close by so I could rush off and breastfeed him at lunchtime. I had mastitis, was feeling tired, suffering with a headache (I’d had it for days), and the interview panel were sat in front of a dazzling window, so I could hardly see; it hurt my eyes with the glare behind them.

After all that, I didn’t get the job. I’m sure they hadn’t appreciated me ‘altering’ their interview schedule by a month, and perhaps thought employing someone without babies and sore breasts was a safer option. How deflating – all that effort for nothing. Meanwhile, my headache developed into optic neuritis, leaving me with blurred vision for seven weeks.