Pulling into the ambulance bay at the hospital was a relief – but it was also the start of a surreal chain of events.
I was helped to climb down from the back of the vehicle and offered a wheelchair. I’m a little ashamed to say that I snapped sharply at the member of staff. The pain was immense and sitting down was nearly impossible.
As I was guided into the A&E department I was met by a young doctor. He was only doing his job, but I was in such a state and know that I was rude to him too.
The hour that changed my life
As the young doctor was speaking to me, there was a sudden flood of liquid pooling round my ankles! Dying of pure embarrassment, I burst into tears.
The next 30 minutes passed in the blink of eye.
Before I knew it, I was on a hospital trolly bed being wheeled into a small lift. There were nurses and doctors at both my head and my feet. I was grasping onto my partner’s hand for dear life. A drip was put in my hand and I had been hooked up to a suite of machines.
I found myself in a private room with fierce lady barking orders at me.
Breathe. Push. Pant.
The penny finally dropped when she she stood at the end of the bed holding a scalpel.
“If you don’t push this baby out now, I WILL cut you”
My daughter was born at 11.52am on Tuesday 19th June 2001
Tiny but perfect with a fully formed pair of lungs on her.
The fierce midwife wrapped my tiny bundle in a pale pink blanket and gently handed her to me.
A pair of dark brown eyes stared up at me.
Totally and utterly dependant upon me.