Waddling through to the kitchen, I felt a trickle down my leg.
No! Not now!
Panicking, I phoned my mum. ‘My waters are breaking,’ I cried.
It was September 2019
– I was 23 years old, and 29 weeks pregnant.
An earlier scan had shown an usual amount of amniotic fluid, but my latest one had been fine.
Only, now this.
‘It won’t stop,’ I sobbed, as my mum Zoe, then 43, arrived and rushed me to Darent Valley Hospital.
From there, I was bundled into an ambulance and blue-lighted to the William Harvey
