A sneeze could take a layer of skin off her tongue Another contraction hit, moments after the last. Panting through the pain, I let the 999 operator’s words sink in.
‘You’re not going to make it to the hospital,’ she said.
Paramedics were on their way.
Panicking, my hubby Andy, 42, laid down towels, got hot water.
Everything was happening so fast – I’d had a long labour with our eldest, Emily, then 3.
Minutes after two paramedics dashed in, I gave birth to Isla on the bathroom floor. Relief!
Only, as I cradled her, I saw something was terribly wrong.
Her skin was red-raw, blistering, bleeding.
In some places, she had no skin at all.
‘They look like burns,’ I gasped, worried.
Poor Isla was screaming incessantly, too.
She…
