Eight years ago, Elizabeth Riordan was watching Wonder Woman in a Camberwell cinema when she started feeling pain.

Not the pain she was used to from endometriosis, or from polycystic ovarian syndrome, or even from the 11 failed rounds of fertility treatment she’d undergone before becoming pregnant with her daughter, Daisy.

This was different. Something was very wrong.

She went to the bathroom, and when she came back out, her husband, Daniel, could see how wrong things were.

“He met me in the foyer, he saw my face ... I remember him holding my shoulders because I couldn’t really stand,” Riordan remembers.

“He looked me right in the eyes and said, ‘You’re my wonder woman. We’re going to get you out of here.’

“It was actually really special that he made me feel so safe. And so he basi

See Full Page