Birth Diaries: ‘An Unexpected Guest Crashed My Baby Shower And Brought The Perfect Gift’

The final stage involved walking two blocks to the wing of the maternity unit –me soaking wet, holding my belly. By the time we reached the right place, it was 8.45pm. Luckily they had a spare bed and I was admitted straightaway, with the promise that if tests showed labour hadn’t started, I was safe to go home. Yet, the minute I laid down on the bed and they strapped on the monitor, the first contraction happened. I wasn’t going anywhere.