***WARNING – THIS IS VERY VERY VERY LONG!!! AND ALSO MAYBE SOME TOO MUCH INFO MOMENTS!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!***

On Wednesday 29th November 2006 at 4.30 PM, Paul took me to Derby City Hospital for my Induction of Labour Assessment which basically is where when you go very overdue (Lennon was due on the 19th but came on the 30th so 11 days bloody late!!!) they induce you which means bringing labour on when the baby isn’t ready so it’s a LOT more painful than normal labour. When I got there I was asked to choose which one out of 2 beds I wanted – either the one opposite the door or the one in the far corner so I chose that one. The first thing I did after sitting on the bed was plug the charger and battery in for the digital camera – all one of the midwives said was “do you know anything about this?” and I said “yes” (when she saw it). I then had to do a urine sample in this stupidly tiny box thing which was made out of what can only be described as egg boxes and then was strapped to the CTG machine and had the baby’s heart rate monitored and the midwife (who kept coming and going) talked to me about what would happen. The plan was for me to have a prostaglandin tablet inserted at about 7 PM then they would leave me overnight and check me again in the morning. I was left on the monitor for about 2 hours or so although the midwives did keep coming in and checking on me and for example took my blood pressure, pulse and temperature (as well as the readings from the monitor) on a regular basis (every 15 blody minutes). I spent those 2 hours reading some magazines (Rock and MCN), listened to music (Oasis – The Masterplan, Bryan Adams – Anthology and Manic Street Preachers – Everything Must Go) and talked to Paul. Time seemed to go so slow. I didn’t think I’d spend 2 hours on the monitor until the tablet was inserted as my midwife on the Monday told me that I’d be monitored for about ? an hour so I was well peed off because the straps were on so tight I couldn’t move never mind go the toilet etc (see picture of my strapped to the monitor in the “away from modelling - me with fmaily and friends” album)

At 6.45 PM the midwife inserted a prostaglandin tablet which I found very uncomfortable so I held Paul’s hand and looked away and cringed. Not long after my contractions started which were very regular and painful. Not long after that I went to the toilet (because for some reason I felt better sitting on it rather than the bed) and I was wiping and had a bloody mucus show (and a lot of it) and this and the contractions carried on all through the night and I was being sick between every contraction. Strangely, being sick took my mind off the contractions and by the next day I managed to fill 4 of these funny shaped boxes made out of the stuff they use for egg boxes which I was quite surprised about seeing as I hadn’t eaten for 2 days!! Paul left me at sometime between 10 and 11 PM and I really didn’t want him to leave as I was in so much pain I wanted him there with me. It was the worst night of my life, I kept thinking I was going to die. I’ve never been so scared and terrified in all my life. I was having the most excruiating pain ever in my back and tummy constantly without ANY breaks in between all night, I didn’t get a wink of sleep and was throwing up constantly.