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A loud scream enters my dream, and it’s still there when I open my eyes.
Mum!
Half-asleep, I leap out of bed, stumble across the landing, and burst into Mum’s bedroom. I switch on the light and it blinds me for a moment. When my vision clears, I find Mum sitting up in bed alone, clutching her stomach, her bright, red face glistering with sweat, her eyes almost shut.
She’s in agony.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, frantically, racing to her bedside.
“I think the baby’s coming!”
I frown in confusion, placing my hand on her abdomen, her nightie soaked through. “It can’t be. You’re only eight weeks pregnant.”
She cries out in pain, her body cramping over.
“I’m calling an ambulance.” I start to move off the bed.
Mum grabs my wrist and pulls me back. “It’s too late! I need you here!”
“What
