GENTLY GENTLY DOES IT
Lowering my body into the warm water, I breathed a sigh of relief.
‘Won’t be long now,’ the midwife smiled. It was 21 September 2008, and I was having a water birth at Poole Hospital, my husband Rod, now 50, by my side.
But a few hours later, when our son Mason was born, weighing 7lb 4oz, the midwife passed him to me with a look of
