Lucca and Callistemon - it was Christmas Eve 7.30 am. My daughter had been sent home from the hospital the previous evening as ‘not in labour’. We were there to collect her 3 year old. It was snowing, the ambulance had been called at 7 am. I phoned the hospital to say one leg was already visible when we arrived. I’d no medical training but I’d had 3 babies, one of them face to front. I remembered the advice my midwife gave, held my daughter’s hand, said you can do this, chin down and push, doesn’t matter if you have no contractions, push. Baby arrived rather blue. I wrapped him in towels and mummy cuddled him. The ambulance crew arrived soon after. Phew!
I bumped into our GP in the wine section of the supermarket later. He reminded me the very short timescale to get a breech baby out. They came hone Christmas morning by which time, we had stocked them up with a large cooked chicken, ready veg and puds as well as all else needed. The baby was 2 weeks early and the plan had been they’d spend the day with us and 15 other family members. Makes me feel emotionally exhausted just reading this ?