They were WRONG

The lights were low, clean towels were was prepared.

‘In just a few hours you’ll be here,’ I cooed as I stroked my tummy.

I was about to give birth to our second baby.

My husband Scott, 31, and I

already had a daughter,

Scarlett, then two, and now a

second was about to arrive.

This time around I’d chosen a home birth.

I’d found it traumatic being induced in hospital with Scarlett and felt a home birth would be relaxed and cosy.

There was only one thing worrying me – pain.

I’d been having pains the day before and even now as