It was New Year's Eve when I started having contractions, but when I arrived at the hospital they started weakening. I was examined to find that I was only 1cm dilated and was sent home.

I couldn't sleep that night with the pain. I started to get fed up but I got up the next day with no pains at all. The next scare was on the 3 January, but I was still only 1cm dilated and was sent home again. By this time I was fed up of waiting and just wanted my baby to come out. I had had enough!

Then suddenly at 3am I started having contractions that were twice as bad as the others. I tried walking around the room, going on all fours, having a bath, bending over. I tried lying down, really I tried all positions just to get rid of the pain, but nothing seemed to work.

My father phoned ambulance control to say that we were leaving for the hospital, but as I reached the bottom of the stairs they started weakening again, so my father said there's no point in going down to the hospital if we are just going to have another wasted journey.

We went back upstairs to bed, but after 10 minutes I thought I had wet myself, but when I went to the toilet, I realised that my waters had broken. So I went into my father and told him and he said "just jump back in bed, and if you start having anymore pains bellow as loud as you can!"

So I went back to bed and as soon as I got into bed I felt like pushing. I shouted to my father "dad, I feel like pushing". My father jumped out of bed, ran into my room and said, "you're not messing about now are you, again?"

When he saw that I was pushing he ran to get his clothes back on and helped me down the stairs while trying to get his jacket on. By the time I got downstairs I could feel the head coming and I needed to push more often, so my father phoned the midwife and told her. She said "don't jump in the car, there's an ambulance on the way".

The ambulance was taking so long that my father ran upstairs to get his keys but by the time he had come back down the ambulance had arrived. He ran outside to the ambulance men and said "quick! she's in here".

They came to get me, helped me into the ambulance and gave me gas and air, but I was more interested in biting the gas and air rather than sucking it. Just as I was thinking to myself "I'm going to have my baby in an ambulance", we arrived at The Royal Glamorgan Hospital.

The midwife came to the door to meet me and acted like everything was fine, even though it wasn't because I was in pain.

As I was taken in to the delivery room I could feel him coming. Twenty five minutes later I had my little baby boy wrapped up in my arms!

People glared at me when I was pregnant and it used to get to me, but now that he's here it's a different story. Life wouldn't be the same without him!