This time 21 years ago I was in the final stages of labour and most probably asleep. They’d spent days trying to induce me, I was only 21 myself and very innocent in a lot of ways. I had high blood pressure and the hospital had a hell of a game trying to break my waters. Putting me on a drip to speed everything up meant the pain speeded up too – hence I asked for any drugs going. I was young and accepted everything they told me without question; to the point it was quite a clinical experience.

By this time in proceedings I was drugged to my eyeballs and only waking up when they kept shouting at me to push. I don’t remember much about it, other than the fact that they threatened me with forceps in the end and I told them to bugger off I was doing it myself - the first decision I'd made myself that day. I didn’t have an urge to push; I only had an urge to sleep. Why couldn’t they all just leave me alone, I was tired?

Eldest was born at 5.01pm – a very healthily baby boy who I fell instantly in love with. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how very proud Himself was, and the look of wonder on his face when he held him in his arms. Here was a prefect child that we’d produced together – God, what amazing people we were.

He’s turned out OK too, my son who I’m very proud of. A genuine, kind person, who isn't afraid of standing up for others and has proved that many times over. He’s off out to Worcester with a group of friends tonight, they've booked a mini bus so no one has to drive and tomorrow we’re all going out for a family meal.