Apart from being my midwife for all three pregnancies and delivering the last two (first ended in emergency c-section), my mother has done everything! When my first son was born at aged 19, my boyfriend (now husband 10 years on) still lived with my parents. She moved into my sisters room up stairs and got up with me at every night feed for the first week to help me with breastfeeding, and even took my ds1 after the feed sometimes, so I could go back to sleep. With my second son, she moved in with us for a week, cooked dinners, took the baby into the lounge room at 1am so DH and I could sleep, did washing, babysat ds1 (aged 7 by this time) and again, got up with mist feeds during the night for the first week to help with breastfeeding - ds2 had lots of trouble attaching, but after 7 weeks, we got there! Then with DD (born 12 weeks ago) she cooked a weeks worth of meals, came over and made lunches, and was just there everyday for support and a cup of tea! She couldn't have done more! She is a beautiful mother, friend and amazing midwife, so I had the best of everything!