Ambulance sirens drowned out my scream as I lay on a stretcher, another flash of pain squeezing across my bump.
It s too early, I sobbed, holding on to my husband Jamie, then 27, as the contraction subsided.
It was August 2021, and I was only 23 weeks gone.
With polycystic ovaries and an underactive thyroid, my pregnancy was deemed high risk, but scans until now had been perfect.
Yet, like it or not, our baby was on her way
Three hours after arriving at East Surrey Hospital, I pushed Amaya-Rae into the world and watched doctors whisk her to neonatal intensive care (NICU).
‘She was so little,’ I