Mum’s impossible choice IT’S YOU OR YOUR BABIES

I’ll be back later, darling,’ my husband, Phil, 41, said.

Leaning over the hospital bed, he put his hand on my pregnant belly.

‘Take care of our babies,’ he smiled.

Phil had to go home and take care of our older daughter River, then three.

At 25 weeks pregnant with quadruplets, I was a hospital inpatient.

It wasn’t anything serious, just a routine infusion of magnesium, a normal procedure for mums expecting multiples.

I had to be hooked up to my drip for 48 hours straight. When