One of my favourite ever photos is just after the fairly traumatic birth of my son, I’m trying to feed him and the absolutely saintly midwife is holding a straw whilst I gulp water. She’s looking at both of us in a very kind lovely way and I’m full boobs out. I feel mortified I can’t remember her name and I never really thanked her for being so amazing.
I really really can’t imagine giving birth with Clem, she’s be on her phone the whole time, giving a cursory glance every now and again, maybe muttering women supporting women, yeah.