As the title suggest, this is taken ten hours onto the birth of my daughter. There's a certain tension in the room, because the contractions are slowly fading away. Tough we don't know it, the baby is stuck. About a half hour later, the specialist will come down and try using a suction cap, though this won't work. Shortly after that, we'll make the quick trip to the operating theatre, where, at two twenty on the morning of May 17, 2002, Lydia will be born (It turned out, she'd had her hand up at her mouth - that was what was stopping her). She's downstairs asleep as I write this, after a hard morning's crawling and bawling.