Pain, unimaginable, unmeasurable pain.
Oh God, why did it decide to come early?
She didn't know what to do, she had barely managed to call him in time – she didn't get the chance to call her doctor. The doctor wouldn't get there in time, but he would. At least he'd be there for the first time.
He had said he'd be there in five minutes. God she hadn't even realised she was having contractions.
He got there just in time to hold her hand while her mother, previously a midwife for a short time, told her to start pushing.
God it was so painful, she felt like she might pass out.
She screamed when the baby started crowning, he was there though, holding her hand, supporting her throughout the pain.
She was so happy he was there. He was happy to be there, despite the fact that she was crushing his hand.
The baby was almost out now. She felt like she was being stretched to the limit. She felt like she was pushing out a watermelon.
She'd made a joke about pushing out a watermelon a couple of months ago; he'd said it'd be the prettiest watermelon he'd ever see.
Only the feet to go.
God it was almost over, she felt so relieved.
Her mother asked him to cut the umbilical cord; he'd smiled and cried as he did.
He was so happy. So was she, she knew he'd always wanted children.
The doctor arrived and pronounced the child to be healthy.
Oh thank God.
The doctor said her mother had done a good job, that she'd been a good midwife.
Damn right she had been.
The doctor said it was a Girl.
Their own little princess.
They were so happy to welcome Marie Whitlock to the world.
She'd remember this moment for the rest of her life.