‘We’ve got to find her.’ I say, slightly pleadingly. Mum and I feel like we’re going to pass out in the hot stuffiness of the loft. Mum...

When Scarlett's daughter was born, she did not see her as disabled, she just saw her as Mummy. This changed how Scarlett viewed herself.

‘Why? Why? But why? No really, why?’ I have a distinct memory of a conversation I struck up with my mother. I knew that I was disabled. I...

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I spent a lot of time agonising over how I would physically care for her. Babies are needy,...

‘I did it!’ shouts my two-year-old daughter. She does a vigorous jig to the music the doorbell emits. She presses it again, ‘I did it!’...

Tentatively, the student midwife tries to reposition my left hand so that it is holding the baby. My left hand fails to flatten against...