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We made arrangements for her parents to look after her when she went into labour and this put my mind at rest a little more.

It was at this point my instincts clicked in and I started thinking the situation could make a good story - and I wondered where I could sell it to.

But I knew the most important thing was the well-being of my wife and child so I put all thoughts of journalism to one side.

I always wonder if my predicament hastened the labour a little because at 2am that day, a nurse arrived with a wheelchair and told me that my wife was upstairs in labour.

I was whisked up to see her but every hour during the 11-hour labour I had to wear a nebuliser mask which fed me the oxygen I needed.

When Jay was born, we both felt so emotional. It was all over!

A little later, Angie had to undergo a minor operation and I was left on my own with my newborn son. It wasn't long before the tears began to flow.

A nurse came in to ask if everything was okay, and I explained to her that I was just so exhausted and drained from the whole experience of the last few days.

I was also worried for Angie and realised no matter how much I am drained she will be worse - I couldn't go through what she went through.

I can look back now and laugh about it, at the time though it was worrying.

In the end it was all worth it, but boy what a story!

Even for a few weeks afterwards my asthma would get bad whenever I held Jay.

Luckily after visiting the doctor in the end, I am now on a steroid inhaler which acts as a preventer, and I am much better for it.

This wasn't the first time I had to be taken into hospital with an asthma attack, the last time was two years ago, and in the same week of our wedding day!