I ran myself a nice deep bath.

‘Lovely’ I sighed.

I was heavily pregnant.

This would be the perfect way to end a hectic day.

I had 3 days until the baby was due.

Best to relax while I still can.

 

My partner, Jamie Ostle 37, was out dropping the kids off at their auntie’s.

I’d just finished my bath when…

‘MY WATER’S BROKEN!’ I shouted out loud.

I had to phone Jamie, quick!

He raced back and called the ambulance.

 

‘It’s 40 minutes to the hospital’ said Jamie.

‘We’ll have to start driving and meet the ambulance half way’ he shouted as he bundled me into the car.

 

After 15 minutes on the road, I didn’t think I could hold the baby in any longer.

‘Quick Jamie! He’s coming out now’ I screamed.

But we were tearing down the motorway still miles from the hospital.

 

‘Catch him, catch him!’ I shouted to Jamie as I felt the baby’s head crowning.

With one hand on the wheel, my brave man twisted round to the front passenger seat.

He caught the baby’s head and calmly drove onto the hard-shoulder.

 

We completed the delivery and wrapped the baby in towels.

We named him Billy.

And in tribute to his father’s heroics, gave him the middle name Jamie.

 

The ambulance found us 10 minutes later.

‘In 15 years on the job, I’ve never seen anything like this before’ the paramedic confessed.

She then took me and my 7lb bundle of joy to Doncaster Royal Infirmary.

 

Baby Billy was healthy.

And the next day we were allowed home and he met his brother and sister, Louie 1 and Lola 3.

 

‘Even if we sell the car, I’ll keep the seat as a souvenir!’ Jamie laughed.

It was terrifying, but an incredible experience to look back on.

We’re overjoyed with Baby Billy and so proud of Jamie… and they say men can’t multi-task!