Well…….my baby was born in Brazil. Her dad is Brazilian, and we were living in Brazil. We were in actually England when I realised I was pregnant, but her dad had a job offer to get back for. It’s a very long story, but I got back to Brazil around three months pregnant, still half in denial, and started my check-ups in Brazil. After I saw her on the ultrasound that was it, that was my baby, I was a mum, the rest was history! I wasn’t at all as I expected, mostly because around that time my mum’s brain started to deteriorate. She had frontotemporal dementia. We didn’t know what it was at the time, but I started to notice something was wrong when she came to visit for the birth. Even so, having her there meant the world to me. When I finally convinced my husband at 2 in the morning to take me to the birthing centre, we found her in the spare room fully dressed, handbag over her shoulder with the light on sitting on the end of her bed. Oh, the other surprise was that the doctor expected me to have a cesarian. I knew most Brazilian women go for cesarian if they can afford it, but I never knew that was because they weren’t offered a choice! I refused to have one though. I had to find a new doctor! One more surprise was I didn’t have contractions, from start to end. Just a torturous burning in my pelvic floor. I don’t know what that was about. Maybe one day I’ll find out.