Luanna

I was only two centimetres, sent me away with some painkillers.

Towards mid-morning, the pain got too much for me again.

So after speaking with the midwife, I went back in.

And this time they put me on the ward as I progressed well.

I'd noticed that my darling ex at this point, probably around 11am, I imagine that is,

I started checking his watch pretty frequently.

And me being snappy and irritable, asked him what he was playing at.

Did he have somewhere to be?

I was informed, well, yeah, mum's doing Lamb for 1.30.

I could have hit him.

After some tense words, he got the picture that he wouldn't, in fact, be around his mums for 1.30.

But to add insult to injury, he did get his sister...

to drive him round a Tupperware of dinner to the hospital so he didn't miss out.

He sat there scoffing away in the corner whilst I mooed like a cow through contractions.

I eventually welcomed our gorgeous baby girl after 33 hours.

So you could have gone for the roast.

You could have gone for the roast.

You could have gone.

Could have pot round.

And of course was notified that my ex had in fact had, yes, time to go to his mum's for a proper hot dinner.