Pub regulars gathered outside, mouths open in shock Pregnant with baby number four, I knew what I was doing.
It was July 2014, we were expecting a girl and I’d been in a labour for two hours.
‘It’s time to go now,’ I calmly told my hubby Will, 33, as my contractions got closer together.
We called Bangor Community Hospital, warned them we were on our way. Dropped our eldest three, Chloe, 8, Harvey, 7, and Tommy, 4, off at their grandparents.
Only, it was an hour drive to Bangor, and my contractions had started coming thick and fast.
‘I’m not sure I’ll make it to the hospital,’ I said.
Worried, Will put his foot down.
‘We’ll get there,’ he said.
But I felt the overpowering urge to push!
‘Will,…
