The best kind of first

I will forever and very fondly remember this year of my life as the year I delivered my first baby! I so wish that I had a life changing and thrilling birth story to share, and although each birth is different, nothing was wildly exciting. 

She was an average Nepalese woman who laboured quietly. Something that immediately earns my respect mainly because I don't think I ever could. It was her first pregnancy and first birth. She had two bozo interns looking after her, assuming they would deliver. When it took them 5 minutes and a third year nursing poster to decide that 'Station: 0' meant halfway between station -2 and +2, I knew I had to do this delivery. And do the delivery I did!!

She crowned, I told her to push in my dodgy Nepali, I looked her in the eye and with the warmest smile possible, I told her she was doing really well and she could do it. Then we had a baby. Welcome to the world princess. I'm proud to say I caught you. At the end I was able to tell the mum how proud I was of her. I later wondered if anyone had ever said something like that to her before. I know one thing for sure. After 5 weeks of being at the hospital, it feels good to know that at least one woman was given support that was more than just perineal!