I had a classical CD I wanted. During the birth of my Boy Wonder, Pratman "forgot" to get it. Even after he'd been out to the car, home and back again... not happy! (Next time, homebirth - I just put the CD on all by myself! Oh joy and wonder.)

But the song that reminds me of my labour is ABBA's Super Trouper. Not just because I was sick and tired of being two weeks late and people making silly comments. Not least for the fact it felt like I was facing 20'000 people yet still felt so alone. Or "so imagine I was glad to hear you're coming/Suddenly I feel alive". More that I was there when he arrived and when I took him in my arms and held him tight - that really did mean so much that night!