As I sat on the loo, a pain shot through my stomach Kay started touching Noah's feet to get him breathing I walked into the house, looked at my daughter Kay, 19, and took a deep breath.
‘I’ve got something to tell you…’ I began, heart racing. ‘You’re pregnant!’ she joked.
‘How did you know?’ I stammered.
‘Yeah, right!’ she laughed, assuming I was winding her up.
‘I’m not joking,’ I replied, bursting into tears. ‘I’m having a baby!’
Kay tried to hide her utter disbelief.
‘It’s OK, Mum,’ she said.
It was a shock to say the least. I was 40 years old, and had been separated from my ex-husband for 13 years.
My teenage children – Kay, Matthew, then 16, and Leia, then 13 – and my career…