My kids had a habit of arriving early. Harri, 12, was born at 33 weeks, while twins Alfie and Millie, 9, appeared at 29 weeks.
Thankfully, William, 7, was bang on time – and they were all healthy and happy.
In June 2010, I fell pregnant again.
A happy surprise for me and my partner of two years, Dave, 51.
‘Who knows when this littl’un will arrive!’ I joked.
At 23 weeks, I started to feel pretty ropey.
‘Lots of rest,’ Dave ordered.
But one morning, I had an excruciating pain in my tummy.
I called my GP, who told me to go to hospital.
Leaving the kids with my mum Jill, 57, I dashed to the University Hospital of North Staffordshire, where Dave met me.
‘You’re in labour,’ a…
