Exhausted, dehydrated and with the anxiety that only a first time Mum can understand, I begged the hospital to admit me an put me on a drip during the final week of pregnancy, but I was told that it was important to have an 'active labour' to get the baby into position. As it happens, I still believe in that principle, but none of us should ever ignore a mothers' intuition.
On the day of my 40 week appointment with the consultant I asked for a scan because 'something' had happened at 3am and I thought I was going into labour but then it stopped. She was reluctant because it was 'normal' and she said I'd probably give birth over the weekend. It was Friday. This time, though, I was insistent about having a scan. She reluctantly got a mobile scanner and told me "yes, as I thought, the baby is 4/5 engaged, head down... but hang on.... there's no heartbeat".
My son’s funeral was on Christmas Eve 2001. It transpired that I had been suffering from gestational diabetes that had not been picked up on the GTT scan at 27 weeks. (For those who may not know, the glucose tolerance test, GTT, is specifically aimed at spotting that). All the warning signs had been there, a large baby, excessive amniotic fluid, nausea, fatigue...