"When they let you out, don't come home. I want a divorce. I can't believe you've done this to me."
And I looked at Moira for her to say something, and she simply went out after him, and I sat there with a crying newborn.
For two days I kept checking my phone. I sent him a photograph of her hand round my finger, because I thought it would remind him of how much we had wanted her.
He never answered it.
And when they discharged me we drove round to get my things, and my clothes were outside in bin bags with the changing bag next to them.
He did not come out to look at her.
And I cried all night at my parents'.
I had no idea how I was going to do it on my own, and I was not going to beg that child's father for anything if he could not see what he had been given.
