Not many memories of giving birth to my two babes are crystal-clear. It's become a bit like one of those BBC sports montages: a mishmash of blood, sweat, tears and then - big soundtrack - the emergence of a tiny human being.
I know biology's amnesia happens to all of us mamas, and that's the main reason why siblings exist…
But what I do remember out of the blur are the two midwives who helped me throughout.