The telephone rings, it’s 2am, my colleague is calling to tell me it’s the time. After 3 days of increasing contractions, they have reached the strength we need to bring this baby into the awaiting world. I rub my eyes and wake myself up and feel a moving sense of excitement about the coming birth. This has not been an easy journey for this new mother, choosing natural birth in an ever growing culture of birth medicalisation in India and going against her families wishes has been very difficult, to say the least. But this mothers strength and trust in her body and her inner wisdom to birth has never wavered. Her determination to have a natural birth has meant months of preparation, both physically and mentally. She’s attended exercise classes, walked every day, changed her diet and focused on achieving the optimum health and fitness ready for this day, and the power that her body will need to get through this labour to hold her baby in her arms. My husband wishes me luck and I head off to the birth centre on my scooter with the warm Indian breezy night leading the way. As I approach the birth centre, I can see the lights of the centre on as chechy prepares the room for the arrival of the mother and her husband and I feel warm inside. The mother arrives at the centre, puffing and panting, looking like a birthing goddess, us midwives look at each other and smile a big knowing smile- we can tell that baby is not far away. Upstairs to the birth room, birth pool running, hot water bag on back, husband massaging and offering sweet words of encouragement. The mother is swaying and groaning as each contraction helps her body to open and move baby down, steadily closer and closer. In to the pool, the mother sighs with relief as the warm water soothes and calms her working muscles. It’s not long until we see signs that baby is making their way to the outside world. Strong deep groans and pushes brings baby closer and closer until, eventually, we can see the top of baby’s head. The mother reaches down and touches her baby’s head and with this can feel how close she is to meeting her baby but also finishing this marathon labour that she’s put all her heart, soul and strength into. Baby moves forward little by little, until her head is born, followed soon by her body, we reach down into the water and pass baby to her mother. The baby immediately opens her eyes and feels the warmth of her mothers skin on hers, her heart and breathing start to regulate and the bond between mother and baby increases even more than has already started while in utero. Us midwives smile, sigh with happiness and shed a tear or two. The oxytocin and love in the room is palpable. Birth never gets tired, every birth is so special and such an honour to be involved in, including those with the challenges that inevitably every woman will face in one way or another. Every mothers journey is so individual and their fight is so different. Being a midwife, supporting and building relationships with women and their families has changed my life and the way I feel about the world in so many ways. I can’t think of anything I would rather do.