I fell pregnant with K when I was 22 years old and at that age I was a bit of a binge drinking, party animal. I loved going out with my friends, on the weekend, to a pub and/or club. On an evening, during the week, I could often be found in my local pub stuffing my face with steak and huge ice cream desserts followed by a few glasses of wine. I had a carefree attitude and I was free of responsibility, life was great and I loved it but my life was about to get even better. When K was born, my life changed drastically, then came J followed by Z and I came to realise that there were things about myself that I was just beginning to discover, things I really never knew about myself.