DOTING REAL LIFE
Emily Kathleen, 30, from the Forest of Dean, didn’t pull over for a roast dinner, she had a bun in the oven to deliver instead…
Piling everyone into the Land Rover, we headed to the nearest foodie spot.
Living in amodern cottage in the Forest of Dean, the closest restaurant to us was aToby Carvery.
Somewhere that my fiancé Jake, now 32, and Ihad been with our son Roman, now seven, on many occasions.
And this time, not only did we need to feed ourselves, but the bump, too.
Trying for a second baby, I fell pregnant after just three months in the beginning of January 2023.
‘What’s that on the screen?’ I asked, as Roman came to the early six-week heartbeat scan with Jake and I.
Immediately shaking his head, it wasn’t the reaction we were expecting.
However, holding my hand, it didn’t take long for him to get excited about being abrother. Everyone was totally over the moon for us.
Especially when we revealed we were having agirl.
Sorting out our girl’s nursery from the get-go, Iran with a pink bunny theme.
However, despite an easy pregnancy, I couldn’t help but feel anxious.
Suffering apostpartum haemorrhage during labour with Roman, the whole experience was traumatic.
Scratching Jake’s seat, I clutched onto it for dear life
This time around, we are going to have apositive birth story, Iconvinced myself.
And working alongside the midwives at Gloucester Hospital, we had aplan in place for everything to go the way that Iwanted to.
‘We’ll give you one injection during labour and two after that to reduce the chances of blood loss,’ the midwife said.
Feeling more at ease, the rest of the pregnancy went by without ahitch.
All we had to do was wait.
And then, waking up with atwinge in my stomach on 7 September 2023, I heard an almighty pop.
‘Jake, Jake! My waters have just gone,’ Ihushed.
‘Are you joking?’ he stirred. ‘We have to go!’ I panicked. Thankfully, Jake’s mum Sue already had Roman, so we made our way to the hospital – an hour’s drive away.
Waddling to the passenger seat of the Land Rover in my pink and red striped PJs, Jake put his foot down.
I can’t do this, I thought. Scratching the top of Jake’s seat, I clutched on for dear life. I’m not going to make it. Calling the midwife while driving, Jake let them know what was happening.
WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?
‘Jake, you’re going to have to pull over,’ Iwinced.
There was no denying it anymore –we weren’t going to make it to the hospital.
‘She’s coming –Ineed to push,’ Iwhimpered.
‘Are you joking?’ Jake scoffed in disbelief.
‘NO! Ineed to push,’ Iadded. In the middle of n
