Lying down in my very own mausoleum-like outer house, I had a strong urge to push.
I’d been in labour since 2am and a thunderstorm raged outside.
My husband Matt, 48, and I had a custom swinging bed and pergola built in the garden but due to the heavy rain, we’d retreated to our crypt in our North Carolina home.
Every time I reached the end of a contraction, thunder would boom around us.
It was the most surreal and primal experience of my life.
With Matt by my side, a doula and midwives, our Ever Moore
