I remember leaving my body and watching everyone in the room then leaving the room and going to the flat where we lived. My husband and a friend were in the living room watching a TV program at the time. I told my husband it was time to come to the hospital. He put his coat on and came. This was at 9:00 p.m. and he would not stand a chance of getting in. My son was not well. They let my husband in so he could see the baby and sign for the needed treatment.

I came back unwillingly; someone said it was not my time. A doctor was shouting at me. I did not see my son until the next day. He is now 40 and my very special gift.