Watching my children, Tiegan, 10, Oliver, nine, and Spencer, three, rushing round to get ready for school, I took a deep breath.
At 40 weeks pregnant, the morning rush was a lot more tiring.
‘Are you okay?' my partner, Rob, asked.
‘I think I'm going into labour,' I said.
Phoning my sister, Teri, and Mum, Sally, I told Rob to stay home with the kids.
‘I thought she'd be overdue like the others,' I said. ‘But she's coming two days early!'
Waiting for them to arrive, I focused on my quick contractions – they were coming every five minutes!
‘Put your foot down!' I said, clambering in the back seat of my sister's Kia Venga.
Please hold on, baby, I pleaded.
But as my sister turned the car at a…
