Sian Golding, 33, Chesterfield
Rubbing my tummy, I flinched. It was October 2023 and I was 35 weeks pregnant with my second child.
But something didn’t feel right.
My baby’s movements seemed reduced.
‘I’m going for a check-up,’ I told my husband Jake, then 32.
At Chesterfield Royal Hospital, the midwife ran the scanner over my bump and frowned.
‘Your baby’s measuring small,’ she said. ‘We’ll run some tests.’
While I was strapped to a monitor, the baby’s heart rate dropped.
From that moment, things moved quickly.
‘You need an emergency C-section,’ the consultant told me.
Jake arrived as I was given a general anaesthetic, rushed into surgery.
Waking up an hour later, I peered around.
‘Where’s our baby?’ I panicked.
‘She’s having tests,’ Jake said, squeezing my hand.
While…
