THANKFUL FOR THEO

Laying on the hospital bed in agony, I was taken off of my painkillers and on my way to the labour ward.

I’d been in labour for three days, and in the Watford General Hospital for two, before there was any progress.

I was 8cm dilated and was in no fit state to move.

When I got up there a group of eight or nine people rushed into the room they had moved me to.

Looking at my hand and noticed that I was on a drip.

My mum, Jane, and partner Anthony, 34, were in the room with me looking worried.

They had clipped a monitor onto my baby’s head, and I could see it beeping on a screen next to me.

Anxiety flooded through me.

‘It’s too late for a C-section, we’ve got to get him out,’ My mum heard someone say.

Then, I