TRUE-LIFE
With her stethoscope pressed against my bulging bump, the midwife gave a little shrug.
‘No sign he’s ready to make an appearance yet,’ she said.
‘Come on baby,’ I said, patting my tum. ‘Get a move on!’
It was October 2023, and my due date was long gone, seven days earlier.
Like most expectant mums I was anxious for my litt’un to arrive.
So were his big sister and brothers, then 12, 9 and 3.
My other kids had all arrived more or less on time.
But if this one didn’t arrive soon, I’d need to be induced.
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