On the way to the hospital, he told me to ring his mum. It was 2am and I was getting contractions every 2 minutes, and I hadnt slept in almost 24 hours. I just wasnt in the mood to speak to her, she isnt my favourite person. I told him no. He said "Why not, can you just ring her, tell her we're going to the hospital" and he kept at it and I really didnt want to talk to her but I did just to make him shut up. I was so annoyed. For some reason it just made me really angry.

Then at the hospital, I wanted to use the water to help with my back pain from the contractions and so I'm sitting there with the water, and making noise through my contractions. All I can see is him sitting there on a chair with a horrible look on his face. He was making his face all scrunched up and I just COULD NOT look at hom because it was SO ANNOYING. I had to close my eyes so I wouldnt have to look at him. I wanted him to massage my back and stuff like that. But all he did was sit on this stupid chair.

He also went out of the room a few times to call him mum to "give her updates" on how I was going. This annoyed me NO END. I didnt want her involved at all but he went and told her "she's x cm's, she just had pethidine" He comes back and says that his mum told him the pethidine is bad and will make me drowsy. I really hated that he did that.

Oh and he kept on moving the gas away. At one point I was using it for every contraction and I was just picking it up when I needed it. But then, he moved it out of my reach and took ages to give it back to me when I needed it. I had to pretty much ask for it each time. He was trying to watch for cues to see when I wanted it, but he didnt really know what to look for so he was always too slow. When I had finished with it, I'd put it down next to me. Straight away, he'd move it. I started screaming at him each time he moved it. He still moved it each time even though I screamed not to. I wanted to kick him in the head.