Expecting a girl, my fiance Colin Landry, 29, and I had chosen the name Amelia. On my due date, 9 March last year, at around 1.30pm, I started feeling familiar twinges.
Staying calm, I took a bath, as Colin, who works as a panel beater, didn’t finish until 5pm.
I can hold on , I thought.
Getting out, I rang my mum Jacqui, 51, who rushed over with my brother James, 21.
Mum rubbed my back, while James kept track of the frequency of my contractions.
‘They’re getting closer,’ I said.
Two minutes apart by 2.30pm, I rang Colin.
‘Come home now!’ I told him, and he raced home in his BMW, arriving minutes later.
I clambered into the back, with Mum beside me, as Colin drove the 30-minute…
