When I pulled back my freshly dyed purple hair, slicked on some lipgloss and grabbed a big rucksack to spend my 30th birthday partying with my friends in a field festival-style, I did not envisage having a child less than a year later. The prospect of having a baby didn't even cross my mind. After all, what kind of parent spends their weekends blind-drunk on prosecco wearing fishnets and pouting...
