As I lay In my bed one night after our latest discharge from hospital my stomach twisted in knots and as I looked around, the colourful walls caved in on me. I felt a sense of an evil presence and remember thinking ‘That’s it, my life is over ‘. The last few months had been hard. Forrest my 5th child had been born prematurely at 28 weeks at the hospital where I worked as midwife. Seven weeks were spent next…