Born into my MC Hammer pants
Pregnant with two girls, buying a pair of harem trousers was an act of genius. The baggy legs with an elastic waist were perfect for a woman of my girth.
OK, I may have looked like MC Hammer after a few too many dinners but, at 36 weeks gone, I was beyond caring!
So, naturally, I struggled into them in August last year after my waters had broken at home.
My police officer hubby, Chris, 28, was away with work.
‘It’ll be a while yet,’ I said to him on the phone.
But contractions worsened so I rang my mum, Karen, 57, to drive me to Lister Hospital in Stevenage.
Michael, 58, stayed with my daughter, Elizabeth, 11 months. ‘Get in the fast lane,’ I urged Mum as the stabs of pain increased. But as we turned into the car park for the maternity ward, a queue of cars stretched ahead.
‘I can’t see a space,’ Mum said, frantically spinning her head.
I sensed something between my legs.
‘I’ve got to get out now!’ I shouted, manoeuvring my huge bump out of the door. Managing to stand, I felt the urge to push. And then something warm slid down my trouser leg... Could it be?
I pulled out the elasticated top of my trousers and peeped down.
It was! Trapped at the bottom of my leg, still attached to the umbilical cord, was an upturned face, little eyes closed tightly.
‘She’s here!’ I shouted, bent double.
Luckily, the cotton material was tapered at the ankle or she could have whooshed straight through onto the tarmac!
Dimly, I could hear Mum shouting to the nurses rushing out, ‘It’s twins, there’s another one.’
Mum rolled up my trouser leg to reveal Erin by my ankle.
One of the nurses, who was actually a midwife just going to her car having finished her shift, cut the cord and then wrapped her in her hoodie. Next, I was being wheeled into the maternity ward. Inside, they brought 6lb 4oz Erin to me unharmed, despite being born down my trousers!
But my contractions had now stopped and the midwife had to massage my tummy to persuade Evelyn to come out. It wasn’t until an hour-anda-half later that she was born, weighing 8lb 2oz.
She was taken to intensive care with breathing problems, but later that day I was able to tickle her hand in the incubator.
Erin, our Car Park Baby as the ward called her, came home after two days, and Evelyn a week later. Now they’re 10 months.
Erin gives us loads of smiles, while Evelyn crawls everywhere and pulls herself up on the sofa. And the trousers that delivered Erin?
Washed, ironed and worn again until I lost the two-baby weight. The way Erin came into the world might have been pants, but thank goodness I wasn’t wearing the wrong trousers!
Elizabeth couldn’t wait to meet her baby sisters
The twins are now 10 months
The harem pants that caught Erin!