Pink’s birth story

After the fretting of the longest week in history, the labour pains finally stopping completely on the Saturday night was, to be honest, a relief. I got a good nights sleep, and finally settled in my mind that Plum was never ever going to make it out unassisted. The itching was bad again, and I suddenly knew, deep inside, unequivocally, that today was the day, the caesarean was the right way to go, and actually… I was finally okay with it. So we got to the hospital for 10 o’clock, and announced our intention to have the op today. They only had me down for monitoring – was booked for the c/s Monday. But I wasn’t about to hang around, risking the cholestasis, now I had made up my mind; C was distinctly nervous and could not bear stretching...