Lying in my hospital bed, nothing was happening.
On 27 June this year, I was taken to The Royal Sussex County Hospital to be induced.
But my baby was nowhere to be seen.
Reaching for my husband Ben’s, 34, hand, I tried not to feel nervous.
My pregnancy with my soon-to-be fifth child had been a little rocky – my iron levels had dropped throughout, and I had gestational diabetes.
But aside from this, everything had seemed healthy, and we couldn’t wait to meet our baby.
Only, after my waters broke, I wasn’t having contractions.
What’s more, I wasn’t dilating either.
‘We recommend going for an emergency C-section,’ the doctors said a few hours after we had arrived.
But I was reluctant.
I had four kids at home – Matthew, 10, Stanley, eight, Lyla, five, and
