In an attempt to get a little more shut-eye after Isla woke up at 5.16am this morning I fed her my iPhone. I decided with only two teeth the most harm she could do would be a severe suck. Every so often I would open one eye to see her scrolling through apps – isn’t it frightening that babies are already better at technology than your average grandparent? Anyway, I digress. In her scrolling Isla managed to open the Contraction Master app we used when I was in labour with her. I didn’t want her to delete the record I had of those intense hours with Col so I grabbed the phone back to have a look. It is one of those Apps that ‘does what it says on the tin’. It records the times and intensities of your contractions and creates graphs of the trends so you can see how you are progressing through. After Evie’s birth I was aware I have quick labours so it wasn’t long before I handed my phone over to Col to be master of the Contraction Master as I was no longer capable of anything other than getting on through the waves of pain. So he was recording my squeals as they came and went. As I read through the charts this morning I thought ‘what a bloody cheek?’. I noted that at 23.11 on 23/12/11 Colin noted my contraction as mild. Mild. I gave birth about 40 minutes later. I was mock livid with him this morning as I read through the rest of it. Mild, Mild, Medium….he had no idea. He always thought me a drama queen but I would love to have seen him deliver a child. That aside though my memory of Colin at the births of our babies was that he was emotional, ecstatic, overwhelmed and instantly in love at both of them. It makes me sad that aside from two random midwives in St Georges in Tooting, London, I am the only living being with those memories and stories from those two Very Important Days in our little Campbell clan’s story.