As a midwife, when I found out I was pregnant back in 2016 I thought of every worst-case scenario possible. I went on to have a difficult birth but my daughter Rose was fine and a healthy nine pounds eleven. I felt quite traumatised from the birth and it took some time to consider having another baby.
Very luckily on 16th April we found out we were expecting and we found out it was a boy. We were over the moon. However at 23+5 days, I was on a night shift, and whilst looking after a patient, my waters went. I was in such a state of shock I didn’t actually believe it was happening to me.
I was quickly rushed to the high dependency unit where I was assessed and found to have an open cervix. I started steroids and medication for his brain development and put him into a bed tilt to see if we could buy some time. My friends and colleagues say with me and cared me for above and beyond and thankfully bought us 13 days. After a long labour, our son Theodore Edward Dobbs was born breached in his membranes as he fought his way out, we heard the tiniest cry, something as a midwife I had not seen myself at 25 weeks.