My husband had given me a ghetto blaster and I put on the one CD I owned – Queen’s Greatest Hits. In between contractions, we opened Christmas presents. When the contractions started again I called midwife and asked if it would be born today… Christmas Day. “Contractions every ten minutes? Yes, I think so!” We drove back home, and got to admire the emptiness of the roads at 6.30am on Christmas day. “You couldn’t stand there making scrambled eggs if you were in labour.” It wasn’t due for another week, so I planned to enjoy Christmas.Īt 4am, I shook my husband: “I think that was a contraction.” Despite trying to convince me to go back to sleep, I finally got him up and started making breakfast. In the run up to Christmas, the Madeleine Milburn Literary Agency will be posting an entry from one of our authors each day, offering anything from writing tips and their inspiration, to Christmas memories and their wishes for the year to come.Ĭhristmas 1998, I was down the country visiting my parents, waddling my pregnant belly up to Midnight Mass and wondering how much turkey I could eat before the baby arrived.
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