Walk into the cold with your scarf on

Each birth has a central memory upon which all the others cling. Last night's birth has a central memory for me which sums up the power of this amazing woman having her first baby - cold night, crunchy snow, coat on, red scarf over her head, 7cm, keys in hand, "I'm going to the car"...


Just goes to show that you never can tell how it will all go - nine and a half pounds can be hard, but on some nights, it can just be like butter and slide easily and gently into the night.

The human body is a miraculous thing.