With one son, Lex, 3, and a girl on the way, my hubby, Jerome, 33, and I geared up for my due date, 25 May this year.
Lex would stay with Yasmine, a neighbour, while Jerome would drive to Queen Alexandra Hospital in our Nissan Micra.
On 21 May, Lex had been to pre-school and I cooked our dinner as normal, but at 6pm, I felt a trickle while I was on the loo, then my contractions began, around 15 minutes apart.
My labour with Lex had taken over 16 hours, so I stayed calm.
‘We’ve lots of time,’ I insisted.
Dropping Lex at Yasmine’s, as arranged, we thought we were in for a long night.
At 9pm, I climbed the stairs to bed when my contractions went into overdrive.…
