The first half of the shift started quite quiet. We were on base for a while and then got sent out on cover. We never actually got there though because we got a job. As is becoming the norm these days we didnt get anymore details than the address. As we pulled into the street there was a man jumping up and down.

"Do you think thats the address?"

He saw us and started windmilling.

"Yep"

We pulled up and got out and were greeted with, "We can see the head"

That'll mean its a.....

Up stairs we go to find a young woman lieing on the bed in what was obviously the final stages of labour. Between her legs was the amniotic sac. Her waters hadn't broken but were bulging and the contractions were coming every three minutes.
 
Ok. We're doing this here then. I got on the phone to get a midwife to attend and my crewmate got the maternity bits and pieces ready. The widwife was about fifteen miles away and would be coming at normal speed (they don't give them blue lights unfortunately).

This was really down to us then.

The contractions were two minutes apart and the bulge was getting bigger.
 
Then it burst and her waters broke.

Baby was coming. The head started to make itself apparent. We made soothing noises, because there wasn't a great deal that we could do untill the head appeared.

The head appeared and we cleaned the gunc off. The rest of the baby followed quickly and we attacked it (not litterally) with towels. The longest ten seconds ever and the baby cryed.

Yes.

All went well, dad cut the cord and baby tucked into her first  good meal. The midwife turned up about ten minutes later and pronounced everybody well.

Unfortunatly we had to take mum to hospital as she had torn herself a bit but she won't be in for long.

A nice job with nice people. My crewmate and I were all smiles for a while afterwards.