Into the breech

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, my phone rang. A few minutes later, I was off out to be with a lady in labour. She was progressing well – I went to have a nap whilst my colleague took over and was woken up about 30 minutes later with the words “Can you come back in – I think baby’s breech” which are guaranteed to wake me quicker than a gallon of Red Bull. Baby was indeed breech which meant for a slightly more dramatic experience than expected – a trip to hospital and baby girl born shortly afterwards by caesarean.