On 24/03/2020 my sweet baby, Nina, was born. The baby which was part of my body for nine months is now a little human. When her body left mine and I first saw her, I felt a type of love I’ve never experienced before, beyond what words can explain. Tears rolled down my eyes as I stared at my little chubby baby. She was so calm and the instant I held her in my arms, I felt purpose.
Her birth didn’t turn out the way I planned. I was hoping for a water birth, but instead I ended up having forceps delivery, through a long and traumatic labour. I was ecstatic with her arrival but my recovery process was another story. The fact that Britain went into lockdown the day before I gave birth, didn’t help at all. Parts of the hospital kept on closing down as the virus was spreading and my husband wasn’t allowed to stay there anymore. I remember sitting on my hospital bed crying, as I didn’t know when I would see him again, and being exhausted from labour I wasn’t sure how I would cope taking care of Nina on my own. My mama was supposed to fly from Greece to be with me during Nina’s birth, but because of Coronavirus and her being a doctor, she wasn’t allowed to fly out. Not having them next to me meant less support at a time when I was already feeling vulnerable and weak.
I was very anxious when we were discharged from the hospital. Whilst my husband was driving us back home, I remember…
