JEALOUS RAGE

We arrived at Russell’s Hall Hospital in Dudley, West Mids, and I was rushed straight through to the operating theatre.

- KATIE PEARSON AND HANNAH CROCKER

‘We need to do this surgery now to save your foot,’ the doctor told me. ‘But we might need to deliver your baby at the same time.’

It’s too soon, I thought, feeling terrified.

But I had no choice. I’d snapped every single nerve and tendon in my foot.

The main tendon that connects the toe to the kneecap was snapped in half, as well.

It was touch and go whether or not doctors would be able to save it.

I was put to sleep, and when I woke up on a ward after the seven-hour surgery, my leg was in plaster and my hands flew to my belly.

He was still in there. ‘He’s one tough cookie,’ the doctor at my bedside said, smiling.

I was still worried, though.

But that evening I was taken for a scan, and when I heard my boy’s strong heartbeat thumping away, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I still had a long road ahead of me, though.

I spent five days in hospital, but because of Covid, I wasn’t allowed any visitors either.

My mum had been on holiday in Wales when the accident happened, but she rushed back to be with me.