The Birth of Sarah - Dad's view

This is the second of two stories. The first is the mummy's and the second is the daddy's.
Sarah was born on 2nd November  at 09.15 at home.

Sarah's mum - "Dev has just told me his ‘birth story’.  It’s somewhat shorter than mine and different and lovely."

Sarah's Dad - “I vividly remember Bethany arriving and her being lovely and friendly and reassuring and wanting a cup of tea which I made her.  I know Irena arrived at some point.  I remember you getting in the pool, or at least I think I do, maybe I’ve fabricated that.  I definitely remember you telling me off because I was trying to get everyone a drink and make sure they were OK and then you asked me to get in the pool so I got in.  Then I remember Irena saying you were doing well and calling you a ‘good woman’ which was a great expression.  I remember Emma made me a massive cup of tea and I remember thinking how chilled out this all was..... I was in the pool with a cup of tea and it was nice.

You asked to lean on me for a while and that was nice but I don’t know how long for.  And you had the gas and air but you didn’t seem to need it and I remember that you finished it and told them that it had run out but you didn’t really seem to need it.

Then I remember Irena looking in the water and saying that she could see the head and that surprised me because no one had said anything that made me think that that was about to happen and then I remember someone telling you to lean back so that the baby could come up and then you lent back and a baby appeared out of the water in front of you.  The water was fairly murky and I thought it was like primordial soup and that the baby was rising from the depths.  Then you picked her up and held her to you and cried.  I didn’t cry ‘because I’m all manly’!!  I remember she held my little finger though, and that made me cry, it still makes me very emotional.  I remember thinking she was grey.

I know I cut the cord but I don’t know when or where but it was easier than I expected and there were funny scissors.  I remember her being wrapped in a towel and I remember there was blood on the towel and I thought it would bother me but it didn’t and I cuddled her.

I think that’s about it.  I remember the emotion but not what happened.  I remember it was calm,
relaxed and joyful”